Streamside meetings at sunset
Butterflies making trades with flowers
As I avoid your gaze shyly -
fiddling with my hands
And causing ripples with the flowing waters
You speak words of love and my heart beats fast
My thoughts run wild, my face muscles twitch continuously - smiling
Enjoying two kinds of love simultaneously
It is indeed bliss; the nature's love, your love
I'm left in awe of fate's handiwork
That it gave me your heart and your love
And if I may be greedy enough
Can I wish that this feeling exist
Till my final breath and if there's love in the afterlife
Then I want this even till then...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
