TAKE MY WORD.
What more do I have to give to you than this string of carefully put together words.
There’s an awkward, shy smile that beams foolishly at your sight.
A bunch of ridiculously cheesy lines that you never seem to laugh at.
There is my hands, not such a bad choice, but unfit for public consumption, you say.
I can’t buy you that swanky Porche, as yet.
I can’t fly you off to exotic locales for evenings of dinner either.
Heck, I can’t even play you a song on the guitar.
No song I can sing to make you forget the weariness of this world.
No acrobatic feat that can make your heart leap in awe.
I’m not even the looker, or the greek bodied delicacy you can eat off, on a winter afternoon.
But you’re kind, my love.
For you see in these words, little traces of magic.
You see in them the quiet stories of our evening walks by the ocean.
In them, you can listen to my laughter, look deep into my sunken eyes.
With these words, you travel with me to places we cannot go today.
I write, like you a sing a song, perhaps.
You sing because it comes to you,
without the expectation of applause.
I write, because the words tumble out.
I will give you everything in this world, and more.
But on nights, when we are far,
take these words from me.
I may not think they’re enough
but they make you smile.
They make you smile.
And may be,
that is enough.
Read this on a social site and just in awe ……its the magic of words where the words fail !