Everything my eyes lays itself on it finds romance. How the leaves rub itself to each other to create such a sensational sound. The kisses a butterfly settles on a bud gently opening its petals. Falling flowers that leave behind love to create another life of sweetness. Willingness of branches to dry up just to become logs to be cut to size. Readied for consumation. Hoarse love-calls of toads in the rains. Those famous first raindrops melting to the perfume of earth, straight into its arms. Fireflies bespeckling fields, blinded by blades of grass making love in the dark.. dancing to the summery tunes of Katydids and Cicadas. And the classic Moon playing hard to get, whether she hides behind clouds or exposes herself to the Sun. That inconspicuous tear from your eye, you think I didnt notice.. While you nursed my canker sore. And even when you look at me with those wide eyed orbs reprimanding my silly blunders I also know this... These wouldnt exist if You and I did not belong to each other ©Jashan fatta #stay_home_stay_safe Everything my eyes lays itself on it finds romance. How the leaves rub itself to each other to create such a sensational sound. The kisses a butterfly settles on a bud gently opening its petals. Falling flowers that leave behind love to create another life of sweetness.
