The silence is sour in the dark,
But sweet with a bit of light,
Your eyes sparkle in them,
It lets me see all your innocence.
A word need not be spoken,
For I can sense you even in the dark silent night,
Everything about you is simple,
yet so undescribable,
But we both know it.
whisper your thoughts to me,
And quench the burning desire to hear you speak,
The voice of pure innocence is all I seek.

Hope though, I must implore,
That I may not judge wrongly,
That I may not plunge my soul into darkness,
on realization that all these fantasy is fake,
May the old saying not teach me again,
For it has shattered me in the past,
The one; "Do not Judge a book by it's cover"
Let your pleasant nature not envelope and destroy me,
For the past has thought me to never get too comfortable in just the good,
The ride can never be so smooth for me,
so whisper then to me;
"It is real, I am real and also true"

© Mira U. N