Young lady of noblesse, With eyes of eminent almond-shape, I love you from my heart, oh, my heart, You have become my very eyes.
Tag: Fiction
Autumn
Sable locks spilled over her shoulder as she turned to face me, with those wide eyes that held a thousand secrets and one in their darkness. Hidden deep within lay the fading scars of tears which had once fallen for me, but no longer, just as the branch has nothing left to shed with the onset of Winter.
Believe you in Love?
"Believe you in love, O Slave of The One?"
Smile
“Why do you keep smiling at me?” she asks, suddenly pausing her stride and turning around to face me. My eyes trail shyly to my feet as I chuckle to myself.
The Call
"Her name appears high up on the contacts page. She is expecting a call. Whether she expects its reason remains to be seen. I’m glad I hold the element of surprise; I would hate even more to be on the receiving end of such a thing."
Shuaib Ghaffar 