Awaiting Love Poem by jeevi vitha

She walks along the stream,
like a flow of the water,
her tears run through her cheeks,
cleansing her heart from the anguish.

I saw her,
alone in her world,
wishing for the star,
trying to put the broken pieces together.

Her big brown eyes grew misty again,
like the morning dew,
fresh, pure and renewing.

Wish I could hold her,
wish I could tell her that I have not fallen for anyone like this,
to show her that she deserve better,
to extract from her obsessed love for him,
to tell her that this is not the end of the world.

Even I know the impossibility,
never will my heart quit to hope,
I will wait for her until the days of silver hair.