When your eye first caught,
a passing glimpse of mine,
all the world was not
in response to you, divine
If my love, by you were to be received
hand in hand, pulled in tactile knots
a love story, to write and to read
all other essences forgot
Join me, as one essence
conviviality of our arms
to watch a moving picture, mesmerized by luminescence
unequivocally present, a moon and its stars
Walk down our favorite street with me,
as I jump on the red fall leaves
my radiant smile back at you, sweet
a kiss forever carefree.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
When your eye first caught,
a passing glimpse of mine,
all the world was not
in response to you, divine
If my love, by you were to be received
hand in hand, pulled in tactile knots
a love story, to write and to read
all other essences forgot
Join me, as one essence
conviviality of our arms
to watch a moving picture, mesmerized by luminescence
unequivocally present, a moon and its stars
Walk down our favorite street with me,
as I jump on the red fall leaves
my radiant smile back at you, sweet
a kiss forever carefree.
