Untitled 3 Poem by Natasa To

And what's lover? ?
And what‘s friendship?
Lovely and attractive.
Will his eyes touch me?
Has he come to be my friend?
A special moment in time
Stirs deeply within me like the rainbow
Like the bright skies spread over moonlight
My fingers touch his mind so gently
Lying wait to final meet
The warmth of my heart
Touching my pink cheeks,
Red lip wet, anticipating a passionate kiss
This is sweet moment
Of brightest eyes meeting
As skies turn blue
And we dance
Into the silence of happiness