Always Cryptic (when we don’t talk)

Always changes
and nothing remains

As the earth revolves
so does the circumstantial
within the very life of

Always striving for
that special intimate love
and if I missed the one

So little sometimes is said
when there's so much to say

So little is dead
and the rutilance in Your eyes
always causes me to cry

Always depends
and we all should ever change

Always again
Always before me
is our forward directions

Always hidden
beneath no communication

and we're the victim
of our secret affections