When two strangers meet,what does it seem like?
Like everywhere is light,everything is draped in pink drapes..
Like violins play and heart beat arises..
Like flowers are beautiful after that,Like moon becomes a metaphor..
Like they become this perfect self..
That they forget they never were..
Dear..
You see,flowers are blooming,from who knows how long..
But it's also TRUE,they bloom in love..
Light shines,for love..
Rather than a moment of excitement,thrill and then sorrow of lifetime..
I would rather be blunt..
Yes,not blunt to hurt..
But being clean..
Hiding something when I desire for a commitment,
It's the worst I can do..
But condition is..
You are as involved as me..
In the life that is coming ahead..