I never liked to watch
Those who are in love.
Looks too much like a creamy task.
Look at them. .
His face so fixed and protective, and her eyes so dear and tender
His arms so tight around her, with all intent to polish and mend her
Add pressed lips as a cherry on top,
There you have it, the picture perfect scene of porcelain love.
I weave this silken melody- this life long journey we dare pursue.
But in all honesty I squint my eyes in jealousy, wishing it were me and you�
I wish you could walk me home.
Be within the atmosphere of never wanting to leave.
Saying good-bye but knowing the night is young.
Not resisting to the two playful spirits
Pulling the strings of our hearts even closer.
With your words you play my song.
The soundtrack that is mine
Each note being the beat of my heart
You�re my subconscious mindset.
You were never a pair of empty words
Each breath you set free is a
directional wind towards my presence.
I wish you could hold me close
Where your body and mine
Are two complimentary elements
In an inconstant world.
The sun could rise for us.
So that I can recognize your body
In a silhouette of any color
As the wind blows
against the wind-drenched curtain
I lie there still
And inhale the sweet
As I whisper to you,
Mon Coeur�
