By Akshatha Alva
What is this feeling?
So profound, yet endless.
What will I call this
The way I feel for you?
Those green eyes are
So frozen in me,
That smile—so soft, a little shy,
Feels like home, and I don’t know why.
That hug, so special,
It eases my thoughts, it softens my pain.
But sometimes I wonder
Why do I madly love you? Why do I?
I can’t be angry,
I can’t stay silent too.
I need to talk,
I need to be with you.
Maybe that’s the magic we share,
Still so close, even when life isn’t fair.
And many more years are yet to go,
Hand in hand, walking slow.
Two opposite people,
Yet warm and dear.
Through ups and downs,
We still hold each other near.
Isn’t this magic?
Then what else could it be,
My dear—this bond between
You and me?