Your face, it reminds me of the freshness in the air
The cherry blossom cheeks of the winter
Your eyes find me in the series of dreams I am yet to finish
Wanderlust I feel, and the reality that lies in yonder.
Your hair flows like the strings of every moment of the day
I could keep looking at and just sigh,
Your lips curated to fill the day with charm
Only if I could kiss them, I just wonder.