As pure as a morning's dew drop,
Her eyes glared upon mine.
An intent to blow my heart away,
Yet to ease them with just a stare.
And her hair like waves in the sea,
And I was a shore to catch them free.
I could hear her, faintly whispering to me,
Her lips remained unmoved
And her ways spoke love to me.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 3:09 AM UTC
As pure as a morning's dew drop,
Her eyes glared upon mine.
An intent to blow my heart away,
Yet to ease them with just a stare.
And her hair like waves in the sea,
And I was a shore to catch them free.
I could hear her, faintly whispering to me,
Her lips remained unmoved
And her ways spoke love to me.