I miss the touches
Those stolen kisses
Those secret rendezvous
And the morning blisses.
I miss looking in his eyes
Sharing our smiles
Fixing his messy hair
The time we shared.
The desire he evoked
The temptations indulged
The sparks that flew
Yet he didn't have a clue.
Oh I fell for a lad fine
Someone who I can never call mine.
©indrani_mukherjee