While Waiting For You

Breeze from the moon,
Conveys the message of your coming soon,
Kiss from your fire,
My heart intone only with this desire,
Sitting by the lonesome bay,
My eyes turning your way,
Whirling of the tides,
Reminding that time is on my side,
As I turn towards my rear,
Your entrancing smell is getting near,
Cupid has struck me with his arrow,
This disease of love now only you can cure

(11200031)   Copyright © 08/01/2005 Ronil Tataria