He appears to be cold, silent and isolated. Me and him at the opposite corners of the cafe, that is always filled with his fragrance. His fingers busy with laptop And mine inking him in my poetry. But when his eyes met mine, his coldness melting in the efforts he do to hide the blushing smile. And me, I love to see him distracted With the conversations Our eyes do !
He appears to be cold Silent And isolated. But I see his eyes smiling When he looks into mine And his warmth melting Into my hands When he holds them tight.