Her heart skipped a beat,
when he came nearer.
She tried to hide her deliberation,
but he sensed it, as he came closer.
He studied her face.
Her beautiful flawless face.
The face, he wanted to see,
every morning when he woke up,
and every tiring night to please him.
He was just inches apart from her.
She silently read his face.
The face, that made her head turn,
every time he entered the room.
The face, that was infront of her eyes,
even when they were closed.
No, do not misunderstand it for lust,
for it was, pure love blossoming in their eyes.
She against the wall, and he against her.
He held her hand, and flipped her hair with the other.
She closed her eyes for a moment.
He quietly looked at her and smiled.
She felt a gentle touch of his lips,
on her forehead, and then her eyes.
Thats when she knew,
that he was the right choice she made.
There was no " I love You" to be heard,
from either of them.
Because their eyes said it all.
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Blackdawn
Historia CortaThis is basically an anthology, which comprises of poems and tiny tales, regarding day to day life questions, situations and possibly how one is in need of light even in the darkest of the times.
