When Our Eyes Met

Call it yours, Call it mine, The tale we wrote was glorifying. I was a driller , Your eyes were the mine. 'Excavated until I could see through them, The mesmerizing light was the love with shine . Light wet eyes with high hopes charm, The cold beat I got when it met mine. The skipped beat and the heartily terror, Brought a smile not of fear. Our eyes were talking mouth hardly said a word, 'Cause it was enough for the bashful us. Beats were fast I could not resist, I had them on the first place when you saw me. But kept them aside so no one will know , Stopped saying 'cause no word could rhyme. The moment was over but I loved the past, Past was the journal and I could not stop encoding your thought . All I had was this tale as mine, And now I stopped cause no word could rhyme.