...THE LANGUAGE OF YOUR EYES...
You never told me that you loved me
I learnt it from your sweet silence..
You made me wait for life dear, you are a master of pleasing pretense..
When you show your disagreement with me I consider it your ayes..
I am an ardent reader, Monalisa of the language of your eyes..
Your voice is a fountain of music, your gait is the dancing spring..
Your lovemaking would be an act of style, simple fantasy it would sing...
You are an enigma Monalisa, I am infatuated with the contours of your body..
Your memory is a deep sea and I am drowned in its sweet rhapsody...
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
You never told me that you loved me
I learnt it from your sweet silence..
You made me wait for life dear, you are a master of pleasing pretense..
When you show your disagreement with me I consider it your ayes..
I am an ardent reader, Monalisa of the language of your eyes..
Your voice is a fountain of music, your gait is the dancing spring..
Your lovemaking would be an act of style, simple fantasy it would sing...
You are an enigma Monalisa, I am infatuated with the contours of your body..
Your memory is a deep sea and I am drowned in its sweet rhapsody...
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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