Falling In Love

A glance at you Storms conflicts of emotions in me Your touch ripples through me like the winds Your smile, a perfect scenery Our love, a museum of authentic feelings Can I be that morning dew And grasp you each morning Be my pages and I'll be your poet Give us a chance To evolve into a parables no one can fathom You and I are a language only our bodies can narrate Let me be you maze And all the exits will lead you into my arms