Beloved

Oh beloved, I yearn to meet you.
But you recede every time I desire you.
We have long been playing this game,
neither we forget each other nor do we meet.
Just when I am tired and about to give up,
you show a glimmer of interest.
I try all my tricks to seduce you,
but fail and end up more miserable.
Are we like the edges of an endless road:
eternally near, but never in union.
I wonder if I have a place in your mind
or I create an image from my obsession.
There is no way I could win over you.
So I concede and wait but you never show up.
I paint the canvas of our relationship,
with all my attempts to win, my hopeless wait,
thinking of all we could do together and my sorrow.
I see my selfishness in all of this and then you come
and I know my dirty hands can't touch your purity.
I can only see the beauty of you.
The seeing is our meeting, it’s love.
We speak no words, we don't hug each other,
I don't think of you, we are always together.