Apr 11, 2005 16:18
Your eyes are windows
Within a window.
Your lips are a violin.
Your voice is a sirens song
I love-
I can hear your smile
In the depth of a conversation.
-I feel your touch
On the innermost parts
Of my
Mind.
Your frozen face is hypnosis
To my glowing eyes.
-were it not for that smile
Hidden in your scowl
I would think you dead.
But your eyes-
Staring knowingly at me-
If only I could touch you.
If only I could make you
Mine.
If only I could
Reach.