Your eyes,
Innocent and quiet;
Innocent and quiet;
Shining but shy, twinkling elegance.
They talk incessantly, leaving me speechless
Moving softly to leave me paralysed
A look from you,
A look from you,
Shares something I can’t own;
But the desire to possess,
Translate into dreams.
That delicate gaze
Strips me off my façade
I become what I could be
I
bare my soul
And
search for yours.
I
am scared of them too, sometimes.
They
seek too much.
They
take too much.
They kill me, almost.
By making me breathless.
But they
give me so much too.
They give me
hope.
They give me
love.
They give me
desire.
They give me
the message;
I can be me,
with you.
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