Infatuation...so blind, so not smart,
Fuels up the fire in my timid heart
The flames, if extinguished, by me will be missed.
I'll long for the lips that I recently kissed.
I'll cry for the fingers that gently caressed
My hair, my face snuggled up on his chest.
Where, weighty with passions so rich yet unborn,
His heart's resting buried, love's burden unworn.
If I could bewitch him and one day become
That woman who I am already to some:
A shadow behind a mysterious veil,
A sheer perfection without a fail.
If I could bewitch him and build him a nest
And waken from slumber that heart in his chest
The Brightness of Love will obscure my strife
And he will embrace me - his best friend...his wife.
Shalise (Liana Shakhnazaryan)
Los Angeles, CA
June 2006
Infatuation
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