Spur of this Hour...

The slightest drizzle at this evening hour...
This breeze so cool and this natural shower…
Ohhh…they nurture my inane desire…
To walk with you till the end of the pier...
And to express my love at the spur of this hour…


You are fresh as dew on a flower…
You are ravishing as this beautiful hour…
You make me love, you make me desire…
To be with you even when all’s set on fire…



You are the gush of love in me…
Ohhh…your dreams fill me with glee…


But, a zypher sends my dreams in a crash…
And I am back in a world so brash…


A gust of disgust fetches a tear…
And a sign of optimism that I have learnt this year…
A hope when I die, to be lucky, though I fear…
To comeback in your eyes as one of your tears…
I will always love you…my dear!!
I will always love you…my dear!!


P.S. – the tuft of hair on your face…ohh,I love it…

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