The problem with your eyes is that
I love them,
And in that moment when
Your hand
Rests
In my hair,
Your nose
Rests
On my nose,
Your smiling breath
Heats
My lips...
In that moment,
I see your eyes,
Seeking,
Searching,
And finding
Me
And I hear that voice
Inside your mind say
There
There she is.
And in that moment,
You kiss me
As if to say
I found you
And you smile.
And in that moment
I am lost,
Drowning happily
In your success.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 10:27 AM UTC
The problem with your eyes is that
I love them,
And in that moment when
Your hand
Rests
In my hair,
Your nose
Rests
On my nose,
Your smiling breath
Heats
My lips...
In that moment,
I see your eyes,
Seeking,
Searching,
And finding
Me
And I hear that voice
Inside your mind say
There
There she is.
And in that moment,
You kiss me
As if to say
I found you
And you smile.
And in that moment
I am lost,
Drowning happily
In your success.