I was scared to look into your eyes; as I was sure drown in the river of their mesmerizing enchantment,
I was scared to look at your lips; as I was sure to blend with their tantalizingly seductive softness,
I was scared to look at your hair; as I was sure to float with their exuberantly vivacious caress,
I was scared to look at your cheeks; as I was sure to kiss their rubicund sweetness till times beyond eternity,
I was scared to look at your lashes; as I was sure to flirt in the aisles of desire; till the time I wholesomely forgot my own entity,
I was scared to look at your palms; as I was sure to make your euphorically adventurous destiny; each part of my life,
I was scared to look at your sweat; as I was sure to run my fingers in rampant frenzy through the mystical trails it traversed,
I was scared to look at your feet; as I was sure to bow down in timid obeisance till the time I relinquished my most minuscule of air,
I was scared to look at your forehead; as I was sure to abdicate all memory and learning; relentlessly trying to decipher the lines between your brow,
I was scared to look at your yawn; as I was sure to transit into a unfathomably heavenly reverie; catapulting to the times right back when I was an
impeccable child,
I was scared to look at your drifting voice; as I was sure to bury myself infinite feet beneath the earth; profoundly absorbed in its enthralling melody,
I was scared to look at your belly; as I was sure to emancipate all my appetite for food; indefatigably feeling the enigmatic rhythm of your skin as it celestially rose and fell,
I was scared to look at your shadow; as I was sure to leave my soul forever; bonding with its stupendously mystical aura for moments beyond imagination,
I was scared to look at your ears; as I was sure to sketch their milky rhapsody in the inner most walls of my conscience; with the blood that surged with newness
through my veins,
I was scared to look at your neck; as I was sure to wholesomely forget the art of turning; irrefutably agglutinated by the trail of unprecedented fascination
it left as it moved,
I was scared to look at your smile; as I was sure to become a complete alien to the pragmatic realities of monotonous life; profusely admiring its gorgeously
mischievous contours that ran till the sky,
I was scared to look at your footprint; as I was sure to cherish it as the most sacred wealth in this Universe; following it till I met my ultimate grave,
I was scared to look at your breath; as I was sure to then stop breathing from the atmosphere; inhaling its divinely aroma instead,
And I was scared to look at your heart; as I was sure that I would fall in love; which got immortally deeper and deeper as each second unveiled.
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