Memory

Those twinkling beautiful eyes;

From the days I had first seen,

Many unspeakable truth lie;

Which define what love means.

That beautiful broad smile

Add the glowing expression on her face.

Brightens the surrounding more than a mile;

Makes my heart lose its regular pace.

I was always amused;

Seeing her face; burdened with anger.

I always had the impulse

To stare at her longer; indeed longer.

All these days;

I was unable to utter anything.

The untold tale, with me stays;

I can hear my heart sing.

I came across the conclusion;

Life is just a book of tales;

But nothing more,

And love is just the confusion;

Which becomes the memory of the yore.