Let you be a distant dream
And I the dream of your
Eyes…
When the twain shall meet
My eyes looking into your
Eyes…
At that point of perception
Our dreams will attain
Divine Realization.
No more a fantasy
But all so real and true
Of you beholding me
In the cradle of your
Eyes…
And I blossoming ~
In your radiant rays
Like a sunflower :)
Soaking up your warmth
And gazing at you mesmerised.
As if to me, you are
The morning glory
Of the beautiful sunrise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem....i like it...