Platonic Love Poem with Picture By: Rakoon

Hear. I'm calling you in silence,

won't you feel my cry?

Nights and days have passed and 

my heart has been looking back

for all the time.

It's blind and sad now: it feels betrayed

and hurt and it's holding its pieces toghether 

not to fall into the bitterness of apathy.

The mind suffers for its painful friend and 

it lives in a daydream.

I find some peace there, under that

imponent, bloomy tree: I'd stand still,

a silent wind caressing the long hair away.

My eyes looking tenderly into yours: 

two mirrors that shine of a same light;

We wouldn't dare to step forward at

once, but you'd finally be won by that

most innocent desire. As if two more ancient

voices were calling each other in a desperate 

agony, we'd get closer and closer; the memory of

reality would stop us at first, but that place,

it is most hidden and far from it.

You will be just in front of me and after a little while

you'll take my hand into yours.

I love you, I love you.

I'll always be here for you when

you need.

Hear me, hear my weak cry,

you should know all that...!!!