If I could never stop looking into your eyes,
If I could never stop venturing to read your mind,
If I could never get a hint of boredom,
If I could never fail to feel the heat of love,
Aren’t you my favourite book?
You’re the only book I’ll never finish reading.
White flowers and you are same;
bestowing a serene feel
with its ethereal beauty.
In the end, she made a relationship with a pen
That never ended
Unlike the other.
Watching the sunrise with you
Is my favourite time of the day
For all my life.
You’re the sweet melody of my life,
A song on the repeat mode!
My ringtone was changed,
Damn! Radio played the same song.
He felt nervous to confess his love. He took her hand in his and kept close to his heart “I love you. I love everything about your eyes, it’s a mystery to me.They say a million things.”
He delved into her eyes searching for an answer.
“But it’s all about the same thing. It’s about you”, she spoke the language of her eyes.
My world was made of one color
Until you came into my life
And painted the black canvas with all exuberant colors!
(I dedicate this to readers who are addicted to black color just like me.)