Road

When I look out of the window,
My eyes bring my thoughts,
To you.

To you,
You,
And only you.

I see the roads,
And then I remember what people say,
'Every road leads to your love.'
But, does it?

My eyeballs shake,
Covered with layers of tears,
My heart aches,
Hardened with longings,
My mind's left with a question:
'How can I find the road?'
THAT particular road,
So it can lead me to you.

And somehow,
In some weird way,
Like finding a treasure at the end of every rainbow,
I will see you.

There.
At the end of the road.
The one that leads me to you.