A syllable of love

You stirred my chaos,

With the trick of your smile,

Where I lost myself;

With the flick of your hair,

That brushed my face

With the strain in your eyes,

And the clamor of your soul.

I need those earnest lies,

Your eyes played on me,

To live the nightmares, that felt a bliss;

And long for your gaze,

To explore me; unravel me,

Piece by piece, thought by thought;

And turn this cauldron of thoughts,

Into an object real,

An artifact of your liking,

A match to your perfection,

Into a thought profound,

A feeling resurrected,

A syllable of love;

Shaped in the little space,

Where two hearts merge,

Emotions boil,

And dreams turn to reality.


One Comment Add yours

  1. NIRAJ B says:

    A person in deep love can write such a beautiful poetry :-).

    Liked by 1 person

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