Maybe I’ll never again meet you,
Maybe our ways have parted,
               Long before I was ready.

What you’ve given is given to very few
The sparkling eyes and lofty smile startled
          me, made this quiet life unsteady.

Perhaps, I’ll never see you again,
Our meeting is just a single page,
       Where the greatest thoughts are discussed.

Perhaps, next time, I’ll see you in heaven
Will walk up to you and on the golden stage,
       Show you the page that I’ve already turned.

Heaven! It’s just a metaphor, a pretence
Our destinies have repulsed, as quickly as they met,
‘No metaphor is going to give birth to love’,
It’s just in me; you don’t remember my existence.