By: Isolated Girl
Dense, dark woods of your hair
Lonesome-ness on face, yet fair
Your glittery eyes, crystal clear
Miles far away, still so near
Your lost visions,and deep looks
Mysterious smile like poetry of books
Glimpses of you, weaved my world
But you were an sketch!,somebody told
Now its time to shape you wholly
Breeze of your love, touches slowly
Desire of you throughout lingers
Innocent ,magical, ones are fingers
You are excited to be completed
To complete you,I am excited
Few more weeks to go my love
And we create our own globe !
#For the love of Arts!!!
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