I think about you…
And I am already feeling as light as a feather,
Which hurls and swirls in the midair;
In the midst of clouds and swaying leaves.
I feel as if the cold breeze has hit me,
And spread within me.
Then a little smile creek on my face.
Am I so beautiful, I wonder in disbelief!
Oh no! Love makes life beautiful, I realize.
You make me and my life beautiful, I correct.
The crease in my forehead recede.
The furrows disappear.
After all, I am thinking about you!
Your contagious smile reaches me,
Crossing the frontiers and hurdles.
It hits me straight and spreads through out.
It caress my body and I almost wonder if that’s your magical fingers over me!
Yes, rather shamelessly. Blatantly.
But dear love, let me clear the air.
I am not a romantic.
But I fail to understand what happens to me when I think about you.
I feel transformed and transcend to a fairy land;
A land that has only you and I.
Your gentle hands around my petite figure
And little eyes fondling all over me
When I lose myself to your charms, you nuzzle.
And make a childish face.
Ah! I fall again for you.
I collapse in your arms and draw you closer
Until our heart beats against each other’s chest…
Until our breaths blend …
Until our souls marry into one,
Shredding the entity called body…
Peeling the mask called shyness…
And until love kisses us passionately through our longing lips!