“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
― Oscar Wilde
Oh! how fleeting it was
how softly it made me blush
left my heart
feeling so sanguine
a feathered touch
that soft subtle feeling
those fleeting glances and
catching them through
the corner of the eyes
I’m trying to hide that feeling
so fervently
where it breaks all the barriers
and gushes out of my heart
ready to conquer the world
and paint this sky red
Oh! my fleeting romance
it came and went
tiptoeing in the corners of my soul
leaving an indelible mark
leaving ripples in my soul
etching your essence
in the deep corners of my self
a soft
too touch
too fleeting
to be felt.
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