Sunday 15 February 2015

In the dim lit corner
Your eyes twinkle
Into mine
Your hair like a veil shadows my restraint

To feel the warmth of one as such
such a chance encounter
A mind cold, unknown of passion, mine
In flames of melting silver

It i stop to converse with words
Let my touch take over
Would those eyes still look into mine
Or shall they look away

As breath of a million words falls on you
Shall you breathe so to me
And in such an air of passion
Shall you yearn to breathe over n again

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