I observe her smiling, holding his hand, walking in a haze of happiness.
She walks along a road pattern for modern lovers.
She holds the sun and the moon in her palms, gardens of wildflowers inside her heart, and lush forests in her dreams, no concern or anxiety.
I love her sincerely, but I never reveal my sentiments. 
I breathe on the dark side, opposing my intimate demons.
I walk on the thorns of a wicked garden. I hold a fiery volcano in my palms and a chaotic city continues in my heart.
Separation is our favorite rendezvous. I walk beside the river of faith, crossing my fingers, hoping to see you once more.