Sep 30
I feel his gaze,
he feels mine,
silent admiration.
“Why not confess?”
Cupid sighs.
“It’s silent love woven through eyes,”
God whispers.
he feels mine,
silent admiration.
“Why not confess?”
Cupid sighs.
“It’s silent love woven through eyes,”
God whispers.
May be, they are not coward or scared; its just their love language........................................;)
