I, you
I, you
The heart yearns for his presence
Eyes long for his glimpse
Ears are thirsty for his voice
Often the letters exchanged in words
Are exchanged through love language of eyes.
Every touch has a memory , my love hope you remember me when you walk with them
When I turn down our pages I realise the poor game.
Here I am counting nights for you, asking for the same love I have for you.
Is it more I have asked for ?
Can't you adore me again ?
Well people say you are sane so do I then why can't you see the love in my eyes!.