Maybe I’m not good with words
Or maybe there is none
That can portray precisely
The perfect being that’s standing
Right before my eyes
The way those eyes sparkle
When the beholder smiles.
Or when he laughs
One will not deny how contagious
That laughter is.
For I’ve known him long enough
To tell that
His comforting words have done
Just as good.
Behind those glasses are the eyes
That have looked right into mine
And let me believe
I can conquer mountains
Swim across the ocean
Fly among the fluffiest of clouds
Stand at the top of the world
I am fearless
Even at times I almost lose myself.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
Maybe I’m not good with words
Or maybe there is none
That can portray precisely
The perfect being that’s standing
Right before my eyes
The way those eyes sparkle
When the beholder smiles.
Or when he laughs
One will not deny how contagious
That laughter is.
For I’ve known him long enough
To tell that
His comforting words have done
Just as good.
Behind those glasses are the eyes
That have looked right into mine
And let me believe
I can conquer mountains
Swim across the ocean
Fly among the fluffiest of clouds
Stand at the top of the world
I am fearless
Even at times I almost lose myself.
(23/5/13)
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