Friday, February 13, 2009

Desire

Music in the air,

the lady walks on by

she stops and stares

she catches his gaze

her soul on fire

she breathes high oo high

the black dress she wears

the diamond devilish in her style

the dark room, the yellow lamp standing alone

she sees him right there, says “he is mine”

he turns back and replies baby I’ll be home late

7 comments:

Anil Sawan said...

me first me first!!!

Anil Sawan said...

happy valentines day to you :P

Anil Sawan said...

oooo.. how so unromantic :(( why did ya end it like that???

AB said...

beautyful!

Neha Singh said...

emm y did dat guy make d gal wait 4 long..... m fln sad for the gal bt den the poem s awesome ..lovely :)

Me said...
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Me said...

Damn I commented on the wrong post...hehe...