The day passes by in a daze,
And the sight seems to blur.
The vivid images of life,
In a stir.
The hand that caresses,
And the palm that holds.
Eyes that still the beat of my heart,
Or put’s the drums on the roll.
The twinkle in the eye,
And the smiling lips that say.
The touch of them feels,
Like its sprinkle on hay.
The distance is the game,
That the time plays.
The love- my life,
Is the name that courses through the veins.
The moment should still,
Before the fog engulfs.
The call from heart loses,
As through the miles he surfs.
Just the piousness of my heart,
Insinuate a pray.
That the magic of this love,
Is for us to embrace.
