by Divya

Created on: April 28, 2008

I cannot find the definition
For what's in my soul
It's not a rare condition
But it's a part of my whole

When i look into his eyes
I start to tremble and chill
And when he looks back into mine
I can feel my heart swell

Beauty is skin deep
Aging is predictable
Growing fonder of you
Is only natural

I can taste your sweet breath
And you soft feather lips
And I long everyday
For your sweet kiss

Every time we're apart i think of him
It is a gift not a sin
And a fantastical whim
In which a mermaid swims

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