Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Smitten

Can’t judge the value of a stolen kiss
Nor measure the apprehension in love's bliss.
What joy hath the hour bring?
Sweet and succour, random rancour.
Learn to love, then over-do it
step in slush and out-run it.
Piles of memories in liars of stars
Idyllic sunsets on strands of hair
Guitar strings and beach parties
Everyone’s a special somebody.
Have your eyes found a reasonable match?
The same glazed look, that rude stare?
Only yours can peer deep in those,
where others see nothing but ghosts.
A glint of brown brings emotions alive,
the sun's rays betray the dark side.
Who ever knew how it could occur?
How two souls come to learn 'forever'

1 comment:

Yes, I appreciate your "two pennies", drop in!