How lucky are you
To have tasted the nectar of love
From the moist corners
of your lover's dripping affection;
To sit peacefully in their shadow
Being the only subject
of their unswerving attention;
To create absolute silence
unknowingly; the noise you hear
of two bodies breathing in unison;
To feel time stand still
while witnessing that smile, a symbol
of undying love and passion!
How lucky are you
To just have someone with whom
you can talk sans fear
of being judged, of misinterpretation;
To be secure, and
never cower behind the phobia
of being alone, of desertion;
To hold a hand, which
gives you strength in moments
Of self-loathing, misery, depression;
To look into a pair of shimmery eyes
and an unhindered, unscathed view
of love, the purest human emotion!
~ Saurav Goyal
To have tasted the nectar of love
From the moist corners
of your lover's dripping affection;
To sit peacefully in their shadow
Being the only subject
of their unswerving attention;
To create absolute silence
unknowingly; the noise you hear
of two bodies breathing in unison;
To feel time stand still
while witnessing that smile, a symbol
of undying love and passion!
How lucky are you
To just have someone with whom
you can talk sans fear
of being judged, of misinterpretation;
To be secure, and
never cower behind the phobia
of being alone, of desertion;
To hold a hand, which
gives you strength in moments
Of self-loathing, misery, depression;
To look into a pair of shimmery eyes
and an unhindered, unscathed view
of love, the purest human emotion!
~ Saurav Goyal
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