When Our Eyes Met
Call it yours, Call it mine,
The tale we wrote was glorifying.
I was a driller ,
Your eyes were the mine.
'Excavated until I could see through them,
The mesmerizing light was the love with shine .
Light wet eyes with high hopes charm,
The cold beat I got when it met mine.
The skipped beat and the heartily terror,
Brought a smile not of fear.
Our eyes were talking mouth hardly said a word,
'Cause it was enough for the bashful us.
Beats were fast I could not resist,
I had them on the first place when you saw me.
But kept them aside so no one will know ,
Stopped saying 'cause no word could rhyme.
The moment was over but I loved the past,
Past was the journal and I could not stop encoding your thought .
All I had was this tale as mine,
And now I stopped cause no word could rhyme.
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