Monday, June 29, 2009

My eyes despised the very view of your eyes
Even with that I pleased to have something
Special were those moments that touched me

So rude were the feeling I had for that instant

Deep drawn desire ended in a tasteless scent

Delighted were those, who got in its senses

My proud heart fell for those pains of sin

Yet to be sensed all that in with his eyes

Any feast that could happen to, is desired

My helpless heart strikes hard to serve you.

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