My dear,
I wish someday I figure out,
I wish someday I find,
The secret in those eyes,
The rumblings in those heavy breaths.
My dear,
I find you ever tempting,
So much are you desirous,
I am addicted to your lips and the mole just underneath.
The touch of your palm,
And the songs that you sang in the middle of the night!
My dear,
The heavy eyelids,
And the piercing eyes,
Sometimes troubled but the ever mischievous look.
I see a face in glow,
So welcoming, so pure.
And the moist eyes,
With a trembled voice,
When the separation between us grows!
My sweetheart,
I feel the devotion, the love,
But I wonder what good had I been,
Awestruck I am at this fate.
You are a dream come true,
How much should I appreciate,
My fortune.
Like the advent of spring,
In my wintery longs,
You touched everything with your warmth
And have given life to my frozen prose! ©
