I’m not one for same old, or cliché dead
I think there’s more depth left unspoken, new
things we discover in what’s left unsaid
and must romance always have the old blue?
Perhaps there’s more hue than what we say, feel
a dash of beauty far beyond sense, thought
perhaps that makes love slowly grow and heal
and it’s not trite games played or wars won, fought
Perhaps the color we look for lies far
beyond mere knowing of our story, and
these seconds, minutes, ticks, chimes and an hour
and more than looking at the hourglass, sand
But then again all said, you know this true
you know how deeply I’m in love with you.
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)