Poetry

Nowadays am in a fight.
Always wrestling the night.
To please bring back the light.
For am promised your sight,
When dawn finally comes.
So on you, my eyes gently moves.
Mind utterly shocked to object.
With my heart silently strolling along.
Amazed by your lovely eyes.
Amused by your stunning beauty.
Confused by your striking smile
“If only my hands could see you”
And with excitement I break
To the melody, when you speak
Damn!! What a gorgeous voice
Now am left with no choice
But to forever hate nightfalls
For depriving me of you
My miss July