My wandering eyes
Keeps on searching
For you, my love.
The promise, those
"enticing mirror to the soul held"
The voice, the touch and
Just everything you did.
Oh no! The look again,
It keeps haunting me all the time
God! I can never forget
The understanding that it conveyed
How could the gift have gone?
I wonder,
Leaving me plain silly
Blind folded. Close Window
