Whenever I think about those angelic eyes,
Slowly batting above your cheeks risen by Cupid’s Arrow,
In hopes that it carried my name,
My heart paints a picture where I covet your smile like a delicate Tulip with my palms, after being washed by her love…
As we connect our two lips together,
Until we both fall asleep to the sweet ‘applause’ our bodies give each other when we merge as one…
But,
When I open my eyes,
I realize,
Those can’t ever be your real eyes,
Any time you look towards my direction,
After I had dressed them,
With a broken heart…
An image of true love cracked by both of us just,
Breaking apart…
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