The Glance Of Amor

Silence that creeps in the hind of sights,

The beauty of the admiring glance that dances through the gleaming eyes,

In the mundane walks of day and night, romanticizing the stellar of chance,

How mysteriously the winds of fate interlace the strings of the amorous stance!

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Walking through the bareness of morning dew,

In the precipice of redemption, the stillness of vulnerability finds its essence anew,

Escaping the waters of sleep, as I trace the peonies of sunshine enveloping my face,

Tales of the silent stares that lovers shower over adore in my mind start to race.

Overlooking the world, finding traces of their existence as their absence marks death,

To live in their embosom, he looks at her like she is the air that fosters his existential breath.

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Torment in its brevity brews every step of the way,

How atrocious it is to steal the glimpse that forges their being and to be moaned to look away.

Extravagance in all its glory falters before the very eyes,

Of visions of love in the messiness of being alive,

Oh to be looked at by the eyes of amour that steals every chance

To seek its redemption, to find its essence as the winds of fate strike the amorous stance

-Hridya Sharma