Last Epistle for the Last Battle

i'm observing the white mist,

with hundred of soldiers fully armed,

we are preparing for war,

fighting using neither sword nor armors,

not a cavalry or a group of archers,

we are ready to depart,

waiting for the blow of war horns,

battling with questions and answers,

hand in hand with paper and pen,

arguing with theories and facts,

clashing heart and minds,

chasing over the swords of time,

bloods of sweat feel the atmosphere,

suddenly a fair maiden pass by,

her fragrance took me aback,

through the battlefield she glide,

what a scene i could not hide,

then she smiled and dance,

my heart was in her trance,

my body and feet were paralyzed,

oh, I couldn't blink my eyes,

a snap made me blinking,

oh I was only dreaming,

she stood up and started walking,

oh how my heart was already thumping, 

her cape and veil was black and blue,

oh how i wish i said 'i love you',

she didn't notice now i see,

i was a pitiful being there to be,

so, i sat there alone to mourn,

till most of the time already gone,

what should i do what should i say,

i know there's no other way,

now I'm all alone, with pen and papers 

write the answers should i ever,

All I can do now is sit and pray,

to Allah I shall ask,
hope He shows me the right path,

to love someone that's not mine,

i seek forgiveness and a sign,

should i hope should i care..

about the love i could not bear..

unspoken words i wanna say,

before we go our separate ways,

caring and praying is all i can do,

how i wish you feel the same way too..