Blinded By Your Love.


You take my hands in yours,
Pulling me close
You guide me out.

The taps fills my heart,
Bringing a smile to my face.

You lift me in your arms,
And twirl me around..

I feel the raindrops on my neck,
As you bring me down.
You cup my face in your warm palms,
My hands I lay on your heart.

Your wet lips you place on mine,
This time
Your smell fills me up!

Taking my hand in yours,
I feel you slide your love down my finger...
I feel your kiss on my hand,
I hear you say...

That
You want to be with me forever.

Tears roll down my cheeks

I reach out to you
And
Pull you close..

I trace your face with my fingertips,
And tell you,
And I won't ever let go.

I feel...
Your face twitch into a smile
And,
Even though I can't see you,
I know you're looking into my eyes.

And,
Even though I'll never be able to look at you,
I know
I'll always be the angel of yours eyes!

Comments

  1. Blasphemous AestheteJuly 15, 2011 at 8:13 AM

    The touch of a love is so convincing, so comforting.

    Nice post.

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  2. RachitJuly 15, 2011 at 8:37 AM

    lovely, beautiful and pure miss random:)

    Weakest LINK

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  3. Nirati July 15, 2011 at 8:49 AM

    Beautiful Post :)

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  4. aritra the daydreamerJuly 15, 2011 at 3:23 PM

    nice....
    touched me more as I am also in love with someone..although perhaps its onesided :(

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  5. AyushiJuly 16, 2011 at 10:24 AM

    Beautiful :) touched my heart

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  6. Carnett RoseJuly 16, 2011 at 11:23 AM

    I suppose you never left your style of writing, eh? The idea is novel, the words are typically you. ;)

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  7. FreelancerJuly 17, 2011 at 10:49 AM

    loved it...beautiful lines

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  8. UnknownJuly 18, 2011 at 2:13 PM

    Awwwh! It's so sweet. I love the romance in it ♥ :]

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  9. ⁂ܓVållῐ ⁂ܓ☺July 20, 2011 at 12:23 AM

    Romantic..touchy and lovely

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