A poem written a long time ago..

My eyes watch the sky pass by...
My thoughts, never a second away.. a heartfelt sigh.
Unconsciously, without meaning or what it could signify..
Why, why.. must my mind be thinking of you without a moment going by
You don't love me, your actions are not kind
You'll never have me and you'll never be mine
I am nothing to you but a whimsical game
But no I, I will not end up maimed.
Yet when you say those words.. your eyes on mine
A soft word, a soft sigh.. and my heart is blind..
Blind to anything else but you..

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Sarapin, in the year 510 AF.