To You I Wait...

I felt my heart 
While walking along the garden
Are you here among these flowers?
Can't be....
You like hiding when I cry aloud to sky.

 I searched your warmth of presence
 While in library.
 In which book 
 You offer heart and soul
 Of the halls of ivy?

 Do you hear my weeping 
 From beyond the horizon,
 You beckoned me to wait?
 Recall the hour I bade you farewell.
 We hid us within.






Author notes: An attempt in the romantic way of writing.