The temple

what can I speak of the heart
the heart that did not know
the heart that did not know what it is to give oneself
the heart that did not know how empty it could be
of what it could do and of what it could feel

what can i speak of the mind
the mind that did not know what it is that it should think about
where it is that it could wander to
that it's true master lies below it, which would spell your name for every beat

what can i speak of the legs
the legs that didn't know that they could run for you
the legs that didn't know that they could be beside you

what of the lips
those lips that didn't spell your name
that didn't know how to spell it and what it could evoke by spelling it

what of the ears
that didn't hear your voice
that didn't hear my name on your lips

what of the hand
the hand that didn't know how it would feel to be held by yours

I forgot what i used to be before i met you
of what i was
of what i used to do
of what i used to dream when the rain pours down
or what i used to think when leaves fall with the summer evening breeze

May be it was just wandering
May be it was just waiting
May be i walked to diferent places
May be i listened to different voices

whatever it was, i have this feeling that there was some sense in
doing all those things before i met you
because I've met you
because I've found you
because I've found myself
because I've found how i should be
because I was with you.
And it may not be for an eternity, but atleast I had the chance to meet you.