When she was around, It was heaven. The most beautiful moment of the life uptil now.

When I saw her eyes I was transfixed
Were those eyes? or view to the winehouse.

My prayers always asked for her eyes in my dreams.

Had it been just her eyes, I would have never woken up.

Shall I call them eyes or dreams

When the eyes looked down, they became shyness itself,
When they looked up, they became a prayer.
When they looked down after looking up, it was her aura.

When they danced in laughter and became so tiny, my stomach had hurricane and all goosebump.

She made me feel love and her eyes were all over.

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