Before It's Too Late

Another day passes,
I watch as the countless minutes begin to runaway,
I try to chase them,
But it was pointless cause,
I tried to speak to you,
I couldn't say the words that were on my mind,
Instead I only mutter insignificant words,
Though it prolonged our meeting,
My heart was too feeble,
To say those few words,
It may seem like a lost cause,
But for someone such as myself,
To hear your wonderful lips speak,
To feel your heavenly eyes staring back at me,
To smell your sensational aroma,
That itself should suffice,
Should I or should I not?
The clock is ticking,
My time is running,
Is it really too late.