My smiles conspire with my tears,
my cheeks rise up to show their dimples,
when my eyelashes try to hide the waves
behind them..
Like those at the night of high tide;
they surge and settle,
and bang my kohl
and splash...
All for the gratitude of having you with me..
Oh! Thy brown eyes gazing me intently,
Leaping in the warmth of your arms..
You make me drown in the
simplicity of your love.
Showing me its passion, piousness
and serenity all at once...
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