If love were ever to manifest in my world
It would be a witty move of checkmate played wistfully by fate
A move bequested through the candid meeting of smiles;
The meeting of your smile that put a dent of bliss forever captivated in my lower lip.
It would be the slow breathing of eyes
Steady and exhaling, silently yearning words of love
Of love expressed through timid shy looks of eyes breathing;
Your eyes breathing my love, and mine bathing in your yearns for more.
It would be in coversations where words danced and hearts glanced
Back and forth, and left and right,
Desperate for that awkward moment of silence when laughters would subdue
And all would mean nothing and everything;
It would simply be you and I talking; embracing.

Dated 15.09.11

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