Smitten

For her eyelashes hold her love
Tender, sacred, concealed.
For her smile too won't ever show
her desires, her insecurities.
For each time she did blink
she sent a part of her his way.
For each time she did blanket laughs with a shy smile
He was there with her, he being the reason why.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry