Your smile can do miracle.
That evening smelled a lot like the rain drenched soil
As a cologne for my blocked nose. Where the string of
Fred's guitar could wind up the gentle tingling tune,
That the wind chime made, by your window pane.
The gentle breeze that swayed your curtain aimlessly
In your alcove, could synchronise with my eyes
Increasing with the time, searching for you.
As my eye stuck there, a fine line of brown curve
Arrived, along with the hair falling on the face.
Slipping the hands and moving them about the edges,
Left even my soul shivered, secretly. The glance that
The hazel eyes, just stole from me, I could ride mares
To have them back, just for once. And when they stopped
Eventually on mine, I stopped for a while. Dreaming or waking,
I touched the breeze and rested on those lips. That breeze
Again. How badly I want to move the strand of hair, off you
Your face. My whole body went up and waved my hand
To reach you. But oh gust of wind! You're gone. Gone again.