What is this thing they call love?
This magical ever-lasting selfless condition?
I am untouched by it...
A love virgin
An old maid.
But when I look into your eyes
And when I sink into your arms
And when I lose myself
What is this thing we have between us?
This magical fleeting selfish obsession?
I am deeply touched by it
I own and and am fully owned...
Your young bride!
I stumbled upon your blog and glad I did...beautiful writing.ReplyDelete
Thanks Shilpa. Do stumble more often. :DDelete