Lost in the transition of breath taking....

As we look at each others eyes,

is like a magnet reluctant to the fog 

of darkness,

We get lost in the transition of breath taking,

they don't understand, 

is not fate is faith that such love

will be strong,

Never the less,

i confess is such a stress

what has become,

we created a war within this crate,

they can't never undertake 

such weight that lays,

right on the edge of that river flow,

so strong is that current that threaten us,

They've forsaken the mystery of love,

leaving others hungry,

thirsty of what could have been,

misunderstanding issues that both parties

experience on this long road,

is not a mistake when your heart has spoke,

is not a mistake when the knees get weakened,

as we close our eyes and we feel from far,

the sweet taste of us kissing,

angry words can not replace his absent,

for his beauty is that love he offer,

i get mesmerize looking at him speak,

like some sort art piece,

representing what is love,

sadness arises when the thought of

everything thats been gone,

in the venture of life,

taking my breath away,

Is this pure dust,

that hypnotize the body within,

like is some sort of drug

over powering its deed,

is not a common sense,

is some rare sense,

that the heart, 

the mind,

the body that underage,

and we still fight because

we want to know 

what could be if ???