Sunday, February 6, 2011

Enchanting your presence is,
Magical your fingers are,
When you run them down my hair
I dream of stars.

Light of your eyes,
Love in your embrace,
Passion at your lips
cast spells on me.

Why do I love you,
when you say that
you don't belong to me?

True, you are not mine
and I'm not yours
Yet, we need us
to be in love, bliss and freedom.

Still there's a mystery and it's my misery!

1 comment:

  1. that was so lovely a poem..i too live in such a mystery..but i know that one day my love will come back to me..atleast at eternity i will be able to meet him..