like a nightingale
the sound of your sweet voice
falls on-soft, on my eager ears,
with my eyes still closed
i see your beauty too....
eyes like a morning star,
with a dark crescent's hug;
an inviting stare that's wide open
and then quickly shut,
like my little sister's doll
twinkling bright
with eyes of pure crystal...
how intoxicating your beauty is....
or shall i dare say it is love
that tries me to your memory
that your face peeps
and my heart leaps
in this calm morning.
oh, it must be love
that i hate to wake up,
grip the sheets, avoid the sun
holding on to your memory...
as much as i can.