Stared you last morning

I stared you last morning.

you were with the fondness as the dawn

standing under the tree of Flamboyant.

I inherit the stargaze of the cladded petals,

with my eyes being in reverie of you.

while walking down the line you stopped by,

without the grace of mighty I don't know why.

where my heart scattered like wet mist;

only to see you touching the droplets.

fumbling with words;I forgot the word itself

being numb to you -unable to express

only I felt;and matee

a unknown pain -the bid to cherish.

(I stared you in reverie!!!)