The dreamy eye lashes of your eyes
When they meet,
The soft wisps of your hair
When they fly,
The quiver of your lips
When you feel shy,
The spell of your smile
When it comes by
Stirs the void in me.
Resurrects the dream.
And my heart,
Then embarks on a flight
Of myriad conjectures
Only to stumble
And fall
In the abyss
Of lustful hope.
.. Yet again.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
The dreamy eye lashes of your eyes
When they meet,
The soft wisps of your hair
When they fly,
The quiver of your lips
When you feel shy,
The spell of your smile
When it comes by
Stirs the void in me.
Resurrects the dream.
And my heart,
Then embarks on a flight
Of myriad conjectures
Only to stumble
And fall
In the abyss
Of lustful hope.
.. Yet again.
