Confessions of an unspoken love

Those intense eyes pull me towards them from farthest distance;
I try to avoid his presence on any pretence.
The apparition of his strong scent, holds my breath even a mile away;
And the chivalrous mannerisms make him more desirable with every passing day.

His vigour sends shivers down my spine;
And his voice soothes my ruffled emotions that pine.
I extend my hand to reach him, but he always seems too far,
His pose has the rawness of Adonis at war.

I think, how it would feel to be in his embrace;
Could it be my cocoon, warm and protecting my grace?
I question myself, “Do I know him well? Or, in fact, do I know him at all?”
Journey with him looks like the wild’s call.

Apprehensions and hope, realism and faith …
Mind and heart caught in all-day debate.
Wish I could read those eyes and decipher that smile;
The flow of his expressions is enigmatic and agile.

I guess, am on a trip back to my teen,
Where the world is fragrant and musical, with a pinkish sheen;
If it’s an actuality, then let it gleam;
Else don't wake me up from my beautiful dream.