Dancing With Your Eyes.
Those eyes of yours set my emotions swirling
like a dervish my
passions keep whirling
as around your little
finger I find myself twirling.
Big
brown beautiful irises penetrate my soul
capturing my heart is
their goal
burrowing past my
defences like a mole.
No
girl has ever looked into my eyes
the way you do,
wrapping up my feelings with ties
unbreakable, taking me
to explore new highs.
Do
you even know that I'm crazy about you,
ever since that moment
when I realised I knew
seeing you made my
heart do a somersault or two?
When
you phoned the other night
did my broad hints give
you an insight
into my plight?
My
nerves you have set ablaze
but I can picture you
through the haze
each and every one of
my days.
Since
I couldn't get the words out the other day
I can think of no
other, or no better way
of getting across what
I want to say
Than
writing this poem, imprinting
my feelings upon this
paper, losing
part of my heart in the
process, hoping
the currency of love
I'm minting
doesn't turn out to be
forged.
As
my hand trembles writing this
I wish upon wish you
feel the same way too;
yet, if it is not to
be, my only fear
is that I'll lose your
friendship, so
promise me this;
Our rapport, our
fondness for each other
as friends will live on
through the years, the
seasons,
the good times and the
bad
the happy times and the
sad
into
infinity.
When I started this poem, I had a rhyme-scheme,
but my emotions cannot
be constrained by these bounds.
I don't know if I'll
ever even have the courage to give
this poem to you, or
whether it will remain
locked
inside my heart.
If
so, then you will never know, or maybe
I will find a way to
activate my larynx into
forming the sounds to
echo my emotions.
Maybe
I'll just stay forever looking,
yearning,
dancing with your eyes.
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