You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

13. I WAS SURE TO FALL IN LOVE 

I was scared to look into your eyes; as I was sure drown in the river of their mesmerizing enchantment,

I was scared to look at your lips; as I was sure to blend with their tantalizingly seductive softness,

I was scared to look at your hair; as I was sure to float with their exuberantly vivacious caress,

I was scared to look at your cheeks; as I was sure to kiss their rubicund sweetness till times beyond eternity,

I was scared to look at your lashes; as I was sure to flirt in the aisles of desire; till the time I  wholesomely forgot my own entity,

I was scared to look at your palms; as I was sure to make your euphorically adventurous destiny; each part of my life,

I was scared to look at your sweat; as I was sure to run my fingers in rampant frenzy through the mystical trails it traversed,

I was scared to look at your feet; as I was sure to bow down in timid obeisance till the time I relinquished my most minuscule of air,

I was scared to look at your forehead; as I was sure to abdicate all memory and learning; relentlessly trying to decipher the lines between your brow,

I was scared to look at your yawn; as I was sure to transit into a unfathomably heavenly reverie; catapulting to the times right back when I was an

impeccable child,

I was scared to look at your drifting voice; as I was sure to bury myself infinite feet beneath the earth; profoundly absorbed in its enthralling melody,

I was scared to look at your belly; as I was sure to emancipate all my appetite for food; indefatigably feeling the enigmatic rhythm of your skin as it celestially rose and fell,

I was scared to look at your shadow; as I was sure to leave my soul forever; bonding with its stupendously mystical aura for moments beyond imagination,

I was scared to look at your ears; as I was sure to sketch their milky rhapsody in the inner most walls of my conscience; with the blood that surged with newness

through my veins,

I was scared to look at your neck; as I was sure to wholesomely forget the art of turning; irrefutably agglutinated by the trail of unprecedented fascination

it left as it moved,

I was scared to look at your smile; as I was sure to become a complete alien to the pragmatic realities of monotonous life; profusely admiring its gorgeously

mischievous contours that ran till the sky,

I was scared to look at your footprint; as I was sure to cherish it as the most sacred wealth in this Universe; following it till I met my ultimate grave,

I was scared to look at your breath; as I was sure to then stop breathing from the atmosphere; inhaling its divinely aroma instead,

And I was scared to look at your heart; as I was sure that I would fall in love; which got immortally deeper and deeper as each second unveiled .