The Last Remnants....

CONFESSIONS!

A dainty spark adorns my eye.
The colour doesn't even leave my face.
How come you haven't noticed yet
The demure smiles that my lips do grace?
I know you know, and I know you pretend
That you haven't a clue of the mysterious charisma
But even this knowledge is all the more cute
To the magic that fills every second of my present
With suspense and drama, romance and thrill
& to the hope of a future that I see on your face
I sure would have been dead, if looks could kill!
Springs live in my feet, monsoons in my eye
While you turn on the heat, I despair for autumn
But still you continue to play hard to get
To mock at my despair, naughtily, so often!
Ah! You sadist! You derive such pleasure
when you see me writhe in love and longing
But it's OK still, if that's what pleases you
If that's all I need to do to see you every morning.
In your outstretched hands and arms spread
In your tender gestures of affection and care
In your heartbeats loud enough for me to hear
In your faintly mumbled expressions of "I'll be there!"
In the touch of your hands and the blink of your eye
You say it, your way, what our lips quiver to voice
But the hearts have already heard the unsaid.
Like everything else I know this too-trust me, Mr. Wise!
That's why this smile, this joy doesn't leave me
That's how this magic has covered my world 'blue'
You may still choose too hide and to pretend
But today I accept - YES, I love you!