By Anselm Neorah Shewithi
Walked towards me in a slow pace
Grabbed my waist and clutched my face
Looking into his eyes
I see the skies.
Quivering in cold,
His warmth gives me a hold.
The slow movement of his eye ball,
Trembles me as if, I was in the middle of a water fall.
Listening to his romantic beat,
He swept me off my feet.
Until now we didn't speak,
The silence creates a rosy blush in my cheek.
At the midst of Eiffel tower,
Gazing into the eyes with resplendent power,
Makes me feel eyes are the language of love.
By Anselm Neorah Shewithi
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