Thursday, November 24, 2016

The lover-boy speaks now

Saw you in the light of dusk,
Held your hands in twilight.
Woke up to realize it was only a dream
I rush back to the sunset again,
Looking for your eyes so bright.

The love didn’t happen in a day;
It grew as the sun and moon
Continued their hide and seek.
Let it blossom and, my love,
This feeling will only grow and never fall weak.

As the dusk ends,
Begins my wait for the twilight.
What I see is a distant reality in the light of the setting sun.
In the dim twilight, it’s a dream that comes to life.

May be the moment is a dream
But to my heart it’s so close!
Someday! Someday, yes, I will hold your hand for real
With the setting sun
our love story will begin my English Rose.