Closer

Pulling me closer, when I look at him,

Right over the other side

I am so much lost thinking how to look at him--

--secretly, and steal a couple of minutes to look at his face.

Whenever he captivates me with his whimsical smile,

that it always makes me feel, I am in a fairy-tale;

I would love to stare at him smiling,

his eyes, his smile -- everything is just so magical.

I always keep on looking at him, from a distance,

And always happy to see him under the old tree..

He passes me by, glancing sometimes, smiling sometimes,

these times, though a few, are things I always recall at night.

I look away when he talks, afraid he would see

How much dreams I have with him, with me

I melt inside when he smiles,

and started talking to me, straight in the eye.

His eyes were brown, and the iris so deep,

like a gravity pulling me in,

It was like a dream, so far away

when his face almost touched mine, on that beautiful day.

We talked, he was sitting on his knees,

beside my chair. I turned to him and, 

it was such a sweet feeling, 

I was so much lost at his gaze.

Couldn't still believe his smile, and his eyes.

The way he looks from a distance,

Is way, way lovelier, and way, way, sweeter, 

now that we are closer, to each other's heart.