Those eyes,
An abyss,
Alike the black holes,
Those eyes,
I try and guess,
But the colour,
Do not know,
Fair skin,
And from within,
Lies beauty so much more,
From where the heart beats,
Just like nectar sweet,
Infinite love overflows,
The Keeper of words,
Gives no peace in both worlds,
The Keeper longs for black,
While his dimension,
Drowns in rose red,
As thought is consumed with fear,
It now raises a question of dread,
Will The Keeper,
Keep away from darkness,
Or scorch,
In its bittersweet love instead ?
