You and your wonders...

A hungry craving that keeps crawling into my very depths,

Creating an alien anxiety flowing with helpless cries of impatience,

Cutting sharp through every space existent ,

like an invisible blanket that engulfs my senses,

a shadowy fragrance thats keeps enclosing me,

an aura of insanity which keeps firming its grip...

even the doves envy its magical hands,

the way it keeps on exciting your pulse,

the way it can paint pictures of wonder,

the way it can make a person fly,

an animal speak, a tear smile..

what does 'it' mean for me?

It just simply means you and your love

which creates my world and marvels the witnesser

It just simply means your smile and your touch

Which completes my being and explores my senses...

I love you, for the way you make me feel all these at once..

yet this is just only one way, in which i count your wonders...