Think...if she can't say that she loves you, she wants too, but she can't...but both of you are the only ones that know the truth...think...if she could tell you...

The world was like an ever oppressing vice
trying to squeeze every drop from her life,
she bended down in front of the hurricanes
and yet, she didn’t broke, she did survive,
with the stubbornness that always belonged
to those that hold love, in lonely hearts, alive.

So much to say, thoughts crowding to escape,
but talk she can’t, in front of her lips is a hand
preventing her to tell him how much waiting
it took for her to believe his softly tender eyes
when they stood at the end of life’s rainbow
with only a final fleeing kiss and a goodbye.

God must have some special place up there
for the ones that searched and could never find
the fountain where all their tears were collected
and for every sadness drop they would get a smile,
as together they tiptoe on a floor made of silence
because they found each other at the end of life.