It flows like night's river.
Her lap becomes my resting pillow,
I lay my head to watch the stars, her eyes with glow.
Her eyebrow curved like a bow,
And each sight is an arrow.
So, everytime I see her sight,
I am pierced with an arrow, without a fight.
It is a painful pleasure,
That I never seek closure.
Even with pain, my love can be measured,
As everything with her I value as true treasure.
She is the feast for my soul's hunger,
Will she serve herself without anger?
She knows the more far she stays,
The more something inside of me dies.
She entered my life like a sunshine,
Giving light to all the dark parts within.
She created a flame that burns forever,
I'm burning in her memories; it stops, never.
All that she spoke was mesmerising,
Even her memories started whispering.
I was digging something that died,
Found my emotions as zombies, now worried.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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