when the afternoon rain has ended <br />and the breeze turns the trees into <br />a riotious moment of cheer and joy <br /> <br />the sky's mersmerising azure blue <br />peeks through a child's sentimental fleece <br />your refreshingly desirous eyes work <br />a halcyon weather over a swan lake <br />no one except you have the privilege to dance <br /> <br />a realm of escape where one could <br />have everything without even trying <br />and for me that means your good self <br /> <br />polite, gentle and caring <br />pulling a curtain over the sky <br />to shun us from a furious glare <br />brings us so much closer to <br />your iresistible warm bosom <br /> <br />there, we play out emotions between <br />the fine space of clouds <br />envelope ourselves in serenity and charm <br />our eyes flip over the thin membrane <br />between desire and love <br /> <br />i slowly emerge out of a lake <br />to witness a sphere young hearts <br />are faint to come to terms with eye to eye<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-hearts-2/
