You make the stars shine in daylight, and ships to sail in a stormy night. You have mastered the art to see, a disguised me deep inside me. You smile to shower the moments of bliss, and make the sorrow meet remiss. You my dear are that poetry fame, read by everyone but not understood the same.
the black and white starts making sense, the pounding heart stops being tense. the constant searching of your eyes comes to an end, you now believe in someone being godsend. the calmness greets you merrily, no you definitely won't see things blindly. getting lost in your thoughts isn't a sign, your mind just apparently gets align. falling in love isn't that intricate, just believe in destiny and how you met.
a touch initiating the acquaintance without being clued up about its depth and it's brilliance. you breathe in to smell the body that's tipsy drowning in it's charm that turns you insane and turns you antsy. here you read a book ready to get sauced imagining every flaw with the feeling of getting intimate and the feeling of getting lost.