Longing Poem by Abraham de la Torre

Our meeting was a secret
At the same time never met
You heard me sing
I heard you talk
We loved rain both
But I never saw
What's in your eyes
And I guessed
They must be stars
For your voice is like
A velvet night
With a softly shining light
I long to find the sparkle
And it pains to fear the fact
The lonely truth about my poem
Which is a song of hurt

In silence then and secretly
I will proclaim my praise
Of beauty love and longing
For a forbidden grace.