"You call it madness, but I call it love." (Don Byas)
Droplets of rain
On your tendrils
That curve around your eyes
To touch your lips
Like the fresh smell of grass
As it gets drenched in euphoria
Of the welcome monsoon...
You meet me
Passion burns
In your eyes. Is it just lust
Or something that was meant to be
Arms sinuously trace
the wondering soul wanton
The morning glow a reminder
of a shimmering moonlight
In each other,we, as life and death
meet and part – for that split second.
On your tendrils
That curve around your eyes
To touch your lips
Like the fresh smell of grass
As it gets drenched in euphoria
Of the welcome monsoon...
You meet me
Passion burns
In your eyes. Is it just lust
Or something that was meant to be
Arms sinuously trace
the wondering soul wanton
The morning glow a reminder
of a shimmering moonlight
In each other,we, as life and death
meet and part – for that split second.
Written on April 26, 2003 by Moi (of course!) for a fantasy.
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7 comments:
Simply exquisite....
thanks so much Gaurang and welcome aboard Lovemarks!
ps: are u the one who clicked those wonderful images of the kids?
yes i am. glad u liked em.Im greedy for an audience :)
wow! that was quick! u really are one greedy man! hehee... any website that I can check out ur pics?
Utterly beautiful...echoes so much I feel inside me :)
aah menagerie...say no more...
glad u liked it... :)
nice :)
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