Lovers With Unsaid Love

When the world could be ours
There was nothing for us 
Thus we drifted with time
Not even letting adventures
Get in our uncertain path.

Little did we know
We would find each other
In prolonged afterthoughts
To treasure what could be ours
The known that could be ours
And that us rich in love
Strange, not this
Drifters, we are not
But lovers, with unsaid love.