descried lovers

Once a while,
while I were in juvenile
My thoughts, beyond,
dreams and slumber gone,
ogling the Moon
I sang these line,
poetry of mine,
you sing my tune,

“Be it the day,
Be it the night,
all I can hear,
is the giggle,
you had, in delight”

Hearing me speak,
she couldn’t stay away,
neither restrained,
beguiled in my verse

So did she, implode,
joy not unknown, but this,
was much known, behold
she made me feel alive, my abode

“Be it the day,
be it the night,
the feel of presence,
of your,
triggers my sight”

-Kazi & a Friend