Saturday, February 04, 2006

Why is it that you don't go away?
It seems like you feign liking
But then you seem true.
There were times I plucked out petals and leaves
to guess your love for me.
They revealed nothing.

Your eyes wandered in mine.
What were you seeing?
Every revelation of yours sounded the way I felt
Did your lips say something? May be your eyes did,
may be your hands, may be your words?
may be, may be, may be, may be
Just say it now.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Really beautiful...