When the sun pours down upon your face, you remind me of the moon. The bright tomorrow that shines in yesternoon’s eyes, is right now. I am the spark caught in your eyes. Hold on to that spark dear, and remind me tomorrow, how beautifully I shone, how beautifully I shine… remind me tomorrow, how beautifully I shine…. I tend to forget, my dear. Today when your eyes shine with the anticipation of a bright tomorrow, I’ll remember it to be alive, right then. Because when the sun pours down upon your face, you remind me of the moon… and when I am a spark caught in your eye, it is that bright yesternoon.
Thank you Varchswata. 🙂
Your welcome :-)…