The vibrant views of night sky,
underneath which I lie,
The stars I see, twinkling,
as if giggling, singing to me.
The moon is crescent,
in midst of clouds,
roaming around, playing hide and seek.
You held my hand, whispered in my ears,
It was a lovely confession.
So basic, yet so divine,
passing the ages of time.
I smiled and blushed;
looked back at the sky.
It appeared more dazzling,
prettier than before.
I heard love makes things beautiful,
but I felt it that night.
underneath which I lie,
The stars I see, twinkling,
as if giggling, singing to me.
The moon is crescent,
in midst of clouds,
roaming around, playing hide and seek.
You held my hand, whispered in my ears,
It was a lovely confession.
So basic, yet so divine,
passing the ages of time.
I smiled and blushed;
looked back at the sky.
It appeared more dazzling,
prettier than before.
I heard love makes things beautiful,
but I felt it that night.
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Author:
Janhvi (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
What a beautiful read!!!
Thank you!!
What a romantic soul you have!
I will take that as a compliment!!
Nathalie is right. You have a romantic heart. Somehow girls find better words to express and describe romance than boys do.
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