Moody on a Casual Sunday,
Let's travel now, I murmur..
Where to? U ask..
A smile in the waking..
Happiness you hear back..
A Man trying to charm his way..
With a spark in your eyes.. a clever smile, you close in on my ears, you whisper..

"..Happiness,
..is not the destination,
...it is but,
..just an illusion..",

Rubbing your hands on top of my head and gently caressing my hair,
as if I were a boy to your eyes,

".. that's not all"
You smirk..

Frozen I become,
Unable to move,
My eyes witnessing
the soul energy in you..
I snap out of it...