~hold me close and hold me fast, the magic spell you cast - if i could look at the world with the pair of eyes you own, i think i'll look at the world in hues of pink - blush, magenta, coral and taffy. i'd see clouds made of cotton candy, Hershey's kisses and bubblegum flowers, i'd look at me - a mirror of you, floating through your breath overdosed with honeysuckle and bed-time stories, whoever on earth dares to claim, that - love is not a child's play? ~when you kiss me, you're a magician, i sit inside a soap bubble and look at the world as if it was born yesterday, i scorn at gravity and everything it does, i am a hot air balloon writing songs about buoyance, this music is a new language you've whispered - crossing boundaries of translation and taste, so dreamy that even urdu shivers with tears of jealousy. ~when you press me to your heart, in a world apart - there must be scores of dimensions out there, how can i explain finding me at different places every time you hold me close? it might be a sluggish wave, whistling inside the scars of the moon, how do i explain this sorcery that makes me smell your scent from light minutes apart? ~and when you speak, angels sing from above - you've spent your life understanding and describing love, and when you're finally beyond the haze of your dreams, you're ashamed of the words you've used. but you're glad you've made it that far - you no longer read poems above love, a sly wink is all it took, to loot years of painful literacy. ~give your heart and soul to me - you've been robbed of words, but you have Mona Lisa's smile now, the world is a pauper in the face of your smile, begging for your pink eyeballs, your la vie en rose.