Tuesday, November 08, 2005

You

When the moon walks on your shoulder
Sometimes a ray remains much longer,
It steps solemn, like in a temple -
It ends its life just to contemple…

When a drop just touch your skin
Feels your soul, diverts akin
With every pore I felt or feel;
My heart is charmed, you are the seal.

With every gesture of the time
I feel the life, I feel the rhyme;
The Universe it seems so small -
How much I love?! It's above all...

With every breeze the winds caress,
Spent in your hair is more assessed;
So soft… my hand in it forever rests
And play and rests and plays and rests…

You are with me, what can I say?
For me your wish is just obey -
No time, no space, no wind, no place
Describes your beauty, charm and grace.

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