Those eyes were filled to the brim
and it was a matter time
before the tears would spill
from the edges of her doe shaped rim
And I stood there helpless and agape,
unsure whether I could
embrace the storm,
or would I be able to escape the norm?
For I was unsure
what those droplets were,
was it a downpour of lament eyes
or happiness flowing with aplomb
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Beautiful — the way you weave the words and open the circumstance – like a flower! Thank you for this magic and best wishes for figuring it all out. 😊
Your comments are always so beautiful. Thank you Krishnapriya
You are so very welcome, dear Shantanu. 💛
You are a sweetheart ❤️
Beautiful
Men are always unsure about a woman’s tears! Well said.
Thanks so much, Punam.
Thanks so much, Adithya
My pleasure, Shantanu. 😊
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Beautiful 💕💕💕
Thanks so much, Yasmin