Those kind eyes...eyes that are glassy and grey.... Every time i ask for a picture..i know they are looking at the lens for me...because every time they do... I shine more brightly...
For, u are like that morning sunshine to the little drop of dew (that is me) that has suffered the long wintery nights, but when u look at me..i get a part of uo light and i shine brightly...
But i a tiny drop of dew, yes i am innocent and pure... But insignificant too...i can only have you for a few moments then u ll be gone too...