Sunday, March 13, 2005

A Moment...

When we meet
I always feel
We’re about to part.
I sit there flushed.
Eyes coyly looking
At your pouting lips
Gleefully tossing words
That bind me,
Cast a spell,
Smite me.
You playfully poke,
Or has the cat bitten your tongue?”
And I don’t know
How to tell you
That in this moment
You have my heart won.

© Dan Husain
February 27, 2005

1 comment:

Pragya said...

Beautiful Dan!One needs to leave this tender moment alone..