Attraction

Seeing your eyes as never before,

As you’re approaching me

Your eyes hold wide an open door,

Of where I’d like to be

As ever, I chase to satisfy my taste,

As if a cup of bliss

I swallow my pride and start the race,

For you, I’d not want to miss.

Cire

Rush

Color is to Autumn as love is to marriage,

For leaves change and loves bliss sways,

We tend to observe the surface.

 

Temperature lowered and temperament despair,

The layers become thicker and attitudes flair,

We tend to observe the surface.

Cire