Nov.11.2009

Your innocent smile,
far from any deceitful wile,
My heart is caressing,
And my soul is blessing.

Would it ever be mine?
Will i have you to behold it shine?
Or it is just a passing-by cloud,
Stopping to weave my shroud.

With heavenly emotions your eyes gleam
With invisible caution mine dream
In your sea they gaily shall drown

And at those approaching they reprovingly shall frown