The way Looks at me
Riya Singh
He looks at me like I'm a song, A melody he's known all along. With eyes that shimmer, soft and deep, A silent vow he means to keep.
In his gaze, there's something rare, A quiet storm, an unspoken prayer. A childish warmth, yet something wise, Like a summer sun in winter skies.
He says so much without a word, In looks like whispers barely heard. His glance is timid, but it stays, Tracing me in hidden ways.
And when he looks, the world stands still A spark, a promise, an endless thrill. He may not know the depths I see, But his eyes tell me all he means to be.
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Posted Feb 6, 2025
"A heartfelt poem capturing the unspoken depth of emotions in a glance. It explores the beauty of silent connections, the warmth of an unspoken promise, and the
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