Canvas of Time

This is what I always wish to find Something a special kind This why I always keep looking Into your sparkling eyes Always keep peeping Into your little bubbling heart Into the pink lake Of your juicy lips Always keep touching Your sweet smelling shadow That is what That is just a trace of true love A trace of sweet feminine touch A trace of lovely perception A trace of blue drop from your eyes To quench my thirst of true love But alas! You too very strangely Turned to a worldly harshness Without knowing to my Real feelings Yet I still wait for you And keep on waiting Upto the infinity of time My soul will keep on Searching for the truthfulness in love Until then I am busy Making a picture of true heart With the crayons of my pain On the canvas of time