“Love looks not with
the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
― William Shakespeare
Of all the years that I hope to be with you
And in those moments of lost thoughts
I hear them all; those unsaid words, feel I always knew
Them to be present, within the knots
Of your heart’s secrets; only to find them
Inter-weaved and concealed
Secured away from every despair and mayhem
I close my eyes, listen to the unsaid and desire to be
healed
From the pain and hurt; let the fire quench
Of my burning soul
But, your stare stings deep; on this bench
I sit still; and let my fantasies go beyond control
I watch you, looking at me, with altering glances
Smiling and caressing, my curves on your canvas
I keep going back to my thoughts and wonder, of my chances
To live my dreams; I call it my madness
But my feelings perennial, and will always be
Such is my desire to grow old with you
You shake me out of my trance asking to have a look at me
Transfixed, I stand gaping vacantly
At the most beautiful painting I would ever see
Since it said those unsaid words;
“Be Mine, Coz I Care”
Our fingers entangled,
your eyes staring through
All I could respond is “Yes, I will be there”
Picture Credit- Me "Painting displayed at KGAF 2015" |
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