The Remorse Of A Wise Snail

A lover's gaze    
A futile trace  
A dream to touch    
Fullfilled by someone else.    
    
Under the mourning moon,    
I sleep awake ..    
A gloomy night ahead,    
I wait..    
Beneath the cracks of the wall    
Crawling like an untouched snail    
So slow,    
So true    
So real    
I fade..    
   
.... Leaving behind my seeds of vacant wishes..    
Oo the 'One'    
Let her lips remember me, what it touches    
Let her hands remember me, what it grabs   
Let her body remember me, what it feels.    
   
And now my time has come    
I am old and paralyzed now    
Been blinded for ages now.    
I am ready to go    
And just hope i don't come back here    
This is not for me    
I don't know what is 'me'....    
Untill then i suffer  
being an unloved snail.