I want to write about love in life,
maybe about how time flies by
when someone special comes
around. Yet my search is flawed, 
or interest is lost, 
I know sentiments of lust 
are driving my conversations.
I don’t seem to make a conversion, 
from lust to love. Lack of persuasion 
or understanding of intensions. 
Where are the signs if not talked?
In a post encrypted?
A story classified? 
Let me just tell you that’s wack. 
'Cause we can always talk, 
get to understand each other.
Looking into your eyes to realize 
that you belong to another, 
without pretending to sympathize.