Swept away from the reality,
Looking for the unspoken pleasure,
Gratifying my desires,
I come across him…
Those eyes threatening my soul,
In his absence, I speak of intimacy,
Waiting now seems more intriguing,
Yet, patience couldn’t be practiced,
A contradiction that can never satisfy many,
A dangerous one, indeed,
My unpredictability answers it,
His demeanor makes my cupidity to arise,
The smiles of his, the glances I stole from him,
Let me, let me imprison them in my heart,
Obsessed by his bearings,
A simple word of his means the world,
The solidity in me over claimed by questionability,
I have not made my way on a flight of fancy,
He isn’t an exaggeration, he is the whispers,
I hear them too often, as my heart beats each time,
I venture through my eagerness,
I lay out all the odds…
Just to see him frown a little,
He entices me, ever tempting me,
To end the barriers and reach for him,
A crush isn’t hereby to remain,
Will he or will he not stay?
My short-lived infatuation….
a love poem that sprang from heart. movingly written one. shan
a crush.......let it be crushed why the question still haunts in mind and heart......but such thing making the reader to think is a beautiful form of write.......very very good write.......
you work the words for all they're worth. again, beautifully written.
Men now could gain understanding through this beautiful peotry of yours, women feel the same manner or thing as men do... the only difference is that man can act on his feelings at will. It deserved the 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A crush defined.... Perfectly!