Those hazel eyes flashed against mine,
it was a blink of an eye,
felt for the first time.
Can't hold your hand,
nor kiss your lips,
my whole world turns around our eclipse.
A silhouette love,
it's just me and you.
You are my little secret,
a secret rendezvous.
in a cafe on this beautiful evening
i can hear the birds chirping,
we are sitting in our table
i notice your eyes are hazel,
your subtle ways of flirting
a moment i had been dreaming,
your eyes gazing at me tender
would you fall for me, i wonder.
I had never known what love was till I had seen it in your eyes.
There had been nights, no doubt, where I questions my faith to you.
I thought I was caught in the illusion that it was just you and I.
Not a soul but us on this withered earth.
But it wasn't till I saw the sun in your smile
and the summer in your eyes.
Until then I had only believed in fleeting passion
now I know I have found love.
Love is not the feeling of joy you get when you see them.
Love is haunting.
Love rattles through your bones and leaves you breathless.
But you never quite know why.
And now I stand before you, confessing that, I, am devoted to you.
That my love for you is not a fleeting moment of passion.
My love has consumed me and stripped me bare in front of your hazel eyes.
And I am whole again.
I am more alive in love than I have been in moments of passion.
And this, is what it is
to love you.
— The End —