Dear Love...
The beauty of your voice and its fragrance...
With u, I got to learn the language of silence...
U made me feel the language of the thunder and the rain...
I m all good, but I can feel the pain...
When u slowly whispered "My Love" in my ears..
I felt the magic oozing out from my eyes as tears..
Ur smiles resembles the language of the flowers,..
I can feel the passion, the heat,
in this cold shower...
We together created a language of the distance...
The word LOVE has now new definition, new essence...
Those hidden treasures, those deep caves,...
Late night when we speak language of the oceanic waves,...
Sometimes molten hot, sometimes coldy freeze...
When in your words I find language of windy breeze,...
Whwn we planned our life, our journey to mars....
I conveyed my feelings to you in the language of the twinkling stars..
The game of love we played was in the language of eyes..
It's not about what we get,
It's about cravings and sighs...
The language of smile u invented is amazing..
Even better then the stormy songs u sing...
I want to shout loud my fears in language of tears,
Let's go far, where there is no one, only penguins and bears...
Shubham Gupta
