The gentle wind of springly March
blows my mind, My heart goes parch.
A brisky glimpse of lively eyes
sways my heart and musings rise...
The subtle blows in her gloomy hair,
reveal her blissful face so fair.
Everything she does and words she says,
she knows it takes my breath away...
Beneath those tufts of hair she wears,
a glistening tiny line of tears.
The sight which is not a mushy treat,
it makes my heart to skip a beat...
Her pain never makes the flowers bloom,
the sky like before will never gloom.
I want the wind to dry her tear,
glistening eyelashes with smile so near..
Her trembling lips and eyes so blue,
her starry gaze... Oh !! a dazzling view.
it gets dark fast,its such a long night,
my heart is quiet and starts to fade light.
She looks at stars up there in sky,
and the moon adores her so high.
I want this mesmerizing sweetheart,
to read the musings of my lonely heart.....
