I have grown accustomed to your face.
I need to know if you feel the same.
There is no time to dream about,
when Life is short and uncertain.
Should I tell you how I feel?
Is this the time to swallow hard,
keeping emotions within your shell,
by staying resolved and alone?
Never to share, my own delight
or talk with you, until the Dawn.
We will never, until time is gone
and memories have faded; gone away.