A warm heart carved of wax,
Few dewdrops hidden in the eyes,
A mesmerizing little sunshine,
Manifesting in the familiar smile,
Often put-up to deceive the world.

Few finely knit segments,
Of still aloof sentiments,
Uncommunicated,
Yet long-awaited,
To be understood by the One.

Though often these ever defying twines,
Weaved out of the yarns,
Of the ardent emotions,
Seem blind fabrications,
Devoid of tomorrows in them!

Yet I, alike the world,
Long for the armorial bearings,
To encircle my dried up soul,
In the splashes of the serene warmth,
Emanating from your heavens.

© @the eternal muse