Is the one holding to note.
The eye looked as if it were sleepy,
Although it is not night setting in Peepy.
The lip turned curled like a-while,
With a smile that lights up the tactile.
Putting a kiss on the scalp,
As the heart breathes as if its hands clap.
Sitting on the lounge,
Putting a piercing kiss on the ear-couch.
As the head rested on the chest,
A position tagged as rest.
As the curly hair scattered all around,
And the eyes clocked speaking aloud.
Enjoying the company,
Somewhat always in many.
It is not just about talking all the time.
Sometimes silence speaks during reading time.
It is when energy is felt,
The one that intertwined like stealth.
As the iced heart melts,
During the dialogue that dwelt.
It's about giving out the hand,
And the collection of the hand.
The one known to both,
Is the one holding to note.
