The sparkles in thy eyes
So what I haven’t touched thou yet
Partake my aesthesis every time
And thus gotten tactile reflex
Gets even the pleasance
That was coveted for an age

All elated
I fly up towards the horizon
And jump down to the sea in no time
While making a way through the depth
I may appear moonstruck
But I am as fair as I was
And I will be forever


Despite the distance thou kept
During the promenade
From the river bank to the lake
Even so not hand-in-hand
That nice evening with gentle wind
I could feel the warmth as thou breathed in
I could perceive the delight in the eyes winking
What is more
I could see the dream of jointure fruiting



Envisioning the credence
And sensing the cloud nine of nonesuch
With no more worries over the prospect
I knew thou existed
I’m assured again

Come out of confusion now
I am for thou

With those eyes
Yes I know
That are brown but docile
Thou cannot be illusion
So give up the dialogues timeworn
Never avow the fifty-fifty chance
Repeat not the illusion stance
Because thou exist
And thou are mine

Take time
But soon thou shine
Lo and behold!
I foresee the union prime