It's okay to be late to school once in a while,
Specially if I get to see that wave and a cheerful hi.
I left home and waited under the gulmohar tree,
For two people, my friend and the love of me.
Many days I caught him few days I did not,
But whenever I saw him my cheeks became hot.
Our relation is termed as being of just friends,
But underneath, it contains love maybe from just my end.
This routine had continued from the last three years,
And just a glimpse of him seemed to wipe away my tears.
In these three years there were 6 months of holidays,
And each of them passed like a very gloomy day.
But the remaining 30 months were the months of waiting,
All through the 360 nights to see a glorious morning.
I didn't know what was on his mind,
Nor did he know the thoughts of mine.
But by now my friend also knew him and said hi,
Boy! I felt jealous, I didn't want to share my guy.
As we pass each other, the chocolate eyes meet the light brown,
They light up in a smile even if there had been a frown.
Now as the fourth year begins of our unspoken love,
I know something's being planned for up in heaven above.
There looms in front of me a big gate,
Damn! I am for school again late.
Isabella Francis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unspoken-only-felt/
