Confession

Looking into her eyes,
he wanted to confess his love;
but he was drowned in her beauty,
And the boldness turned into a
blushing smile,
his eyelids were lowered,
and he turned around,
soaked in her love.
Holding his hand,
she asked, not to hide,
his feelings within,
as a burdened heart
wither away faster.
Turning to her, he confessed,
"Where the depth of feelings end,
mine starts for you;
where loyalty is not just a word,
this heart beats for you;
where feelings are pure, 
the person wants to be with you;
you dwell in my heart,
my love for you, runs like blood
in my veins,
with each breath I take,
I realise,
the air has touched you,
that's why I am alive.
Will you be my princess?"
All pleased with the
confession she said,
"yes".

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Category - Delhi Poetry Challenge

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poet_hidayat | Dated: (28 Aug 2015) | Delete