She dresses a part,
of me on her,
everytime, she blinked me.
If only she knew..
Her hair brushed with my soul,
Burnished lips like her ring,
Her smell undamaged,
unbreached as my wings.
Carefree as my fate,
Her touch is serene,
I could hold her hand,
If only love was not mean.
The mirror raises eyes at me,
So profound, her beauty,
converges through,
To feel let down by,
The Daughter of the Moon.
I couldn't hurt her,
Why would I ?
Thoughts so virginal,
Tend to rebound with sigh.
Her picturesque eyes locked at the door,
that paves the path to her beloved,
she awaits,
Wishes, he could hear her..
If only her heart could pump her footsteps..
And suddenly I see a flare,
Washing away, that you dare.
And thy heavens sea me,
Like my languish to fly.
All that remains, a corner of blinded darkness who couldn't try...
