And that is it;
that’s the love I needed.
I imagine to be framed in your heart
Hard enough not to escape.
Now that you are not out here,
I am afraid to sleep back
And afraid to dream.
Can I hold your hands and show?
How far I can hold and secure?
That’s the Infinite Power!
In your eyes, I see the love
The love you think you are not posing,
The love you are postponing.
Near or far that intensity,
drags me close to you every day...
Close enough to be longing
To live in your arms.
And to be loved and kissed
All day all long.
That’s the love for what I am longing
That is it, for which I fell so deep.
About the Creator
Chandni Venkatesh
"La poésie est une histoire en soi
N'a pas à rimer
parce que c'est beau de toute façon"
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