Longing to hold his hands
Not to sense his presence,
to point them at moon .

Awaiting to take his words
Not to prove my obedience ,
to show the world that he is mine.

Yearning to wake-up at the smile of sun
Not to depict our sweetness of love,
to embrace nature's blessings .

Desiring to share the nights with stars
Not to tired with heart-throb in us ,
to count them with endless dreams.

Hoping to be succeed in togetherness to sew our infinitive bonding ,
to unravel the mystery of proximity of us.

© narma