You dwell in my eyes- Live in my poetry
When the grass lingers the hot season
everywhere -no slight ruins of summer
when I linger to see your face when
I sit down to write poetry, you come in me
My heart is you, my life is you. I have
known love only from you.Thus, you
dwell in my eyes and live in my poetry.
poem by Vizard Dhawan
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.