His heart aches while the lungs gasp for air,
His tongue stays quiet, though my soul's in despair.
His confused mind with itself about words in debate,
Has wisdom escaped while upon is cast his fate
Is time a thief, or does it wait in love's light,
To share the words, to shine through darkest night?
These tangled thoughts, like chains, hold him in place,
The pain, it blossoms, yet fear masks my face.
He imagines whispers that edges him to despair,
If love had known the secrets hidden there.
Perhaps these jewels of his thoughts he tries to share,
Are just the pieces of a broken heart laid bare.
