Is it your face?
Or your perfume
Where my eyes cease
Its gazeless roam.
Is it from you?
Or it's just me
When my heart flew
And felt so free.
You are so fine,
I'm filled with words
Yet not a line
I can afford.
Will you just stay?
My eyes' captive,
Not walk away,
Just be passive.
Let me land first
Back to senses
To have no thirst
'til you quenches.
- June 27,2006
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