I Stared

I stared you last morning.

you were with the fondness as the dawn,

standin under the tree of Flamboyant ;

I inherit the stargaze of the cladded petals-

with my eyes being in reverie of you.

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.