The words were strong, impalpable.
The acts were bold, timid.
The gaze was fixed, evasive.
The affection was inherent, elusive.
The words were lost in translation.
The ink was drenched and was disappearing.
The aroma was fading,
The message was unclear.
The chances were unheard,
The attraction was unattended.
The moments; yet to siezed.
The love; yet prevailed in the heart.
Picture: Infront of Gate of Church of Holy Sepulchure
