When the grass lingers the hot season
everywhere -no slight ruins of summer
when I linger to see your face when
I sit down to write poetry, you come in me
My heart is you, my life is you. I have
known love only from you.Thus, you
dwell in my eyes and live in my poetry.
Vizard Dhawan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-dwell-in-my-eyes-live-in-my-poetry/
