Treasure Island

Ankur Thakur

(13-10-1994 / Samastipur & New Delhi)

Your Face Tells Me More Than Enough


How should I make you aware,
Of those things that lie in my heart,
What are the promises I should do,
To ignite your feelings for a start...

How should I tell you,
What all I dream every night,
And how soul from my heart flew,
Towards yours; so heavy yet for me so light...

I know love is like a child of four,
Innocent and with little knowledge of hate & love,
Every passing second I want to know more,
But then just your face tells me a bit more than enough...

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
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