In tiptoeing tiny steps <br />I came to you <br />to pluck your soul. <br /> <br />You found me, hugged, <br />kissed, squeezed my lips. <br /> <br />Then.. <br />plucked your soul to give me <br />and the moon smiled. <br /> <br />(True love experience is always a mystery. <br />“The smile of the moon” - the mild golden light of the moon that falls in the garden on the riverbanks was always mysterious for me) .<br /><br />Dr. Antony Theodore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-moon-smiled/
