Eyes rise, pupils dilate.
Lips split, teeth shine,

When sights cross,
Tensed get eye-brows

Love at first sight,
May be dull, may be bright

But when dreams knock at midnight,
It just feels all right.

Stage of commitment,
May be love or may be arranged,

It all disappears
When their thoughts get engaged..

English Poem by Harshil Shah : 111939816
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