Erstwhile

I tell you your eyes are beautiful, and I sometimes use it as a mirror reflecting just me I say your palm are warm and I liken them to pen writing words of ecstacy on my thighs Your cuddles reminds me of a haven where my thoughts feel safe And you my love leaves a charm on me Your eyes remind me of infancy, so innocent but sadly they now look withdrawn to me I see me and many others,some arms stretch begging you to lift them Those palms gets weary now,they write the same letters to be delivered in multiple places Like the ones before you,you have become just another And you my love had a charm on me once