Everytime he praises beauty,
It eventually shuts,
Everytime he comes near,
It still looks far for nothing,
Everytime he breathes closer to ,
It remains closed, interlocking the eyelashes.
Everytime he looks out for,
I would rather lock in and peep,
The sense of someone seeing you,
is alluring as per the heart ,
But the eyes barely lifts up,
to take a glimpse at,
It seeks love but also never risks seeing through his eyes ,
It hides and also seeks for someone she never sees,
Only she knows that it wasn't hatred ,
It's the eyes that couldn't resist shy.
©agalvili
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