VINTAGE

You quenched my appetite with your contagious smile
You don't know me & I don't mind it
You're my vintage, so far
You define happiness of mine which is so  strange
Like a puppet dancing through his master's hands which are in the range
I feel you just like tea on a moody day
Breeze embracing a summer holiday
My curtain won't wail the scene when you're on the lane,
I repeat all the scenes, you've been on my brain
It's strange, that we both are on parallel lines
We don't meet & we're so far
You seem like my mirror image and it is so hopeless
But who cares, I am destined to admire you
So the lavenders will always bloom, you bring spring to my life

__Anz'ere__