Searching For You
Like a forgotten native traversing the desert, I carry on with no choice, though my feet hurt, Try as much as I can, my thoughts to divert, From inevitably returning to you, I cannot avert. I walk on though I
Like a forgotten native traversing the desert, I carry on with no choice, though my feet hurt, Try as much as I can, my thoughts to divert, From inevitably returning to you, I cannot avert. I walk on though I
Your eyes look bejeweled like a Greek, I would die for their attention to seek, Though you may look soft-hearted and meek, Underneath lies a character as hard as teak. One look at those rare, poignant tears, And waves will
Mighty oaks come alive at dawn, their reflection in water glistening, Fresh dewdrops in the rising sun’s rays, stare out at you glowing, As I rise up each morning, the chattering birds eagerly listening, I am spellbound by the beauty
Long before this feeling, long before this emotion, When the magic was yet to be set in motion, The first glance at you wasn’t love or devotion, A distant gaze, far away like the endless ocean. One of utter, nonchalance
At first sight, they looked like an eclipse over a bright sun, In an unchallenged manner, the championship of my heart they won, They subside like a heap of rubble when you are sad, And bloat up like a new