Lost

The wind of time
Brushes our side.
As the season changes,
I still feel for you
More than before,
Never less.
The sweetness of your smile
Intoxicates my heart
Like the fine wine to a drunk.
When you beam,
The dark cold rain
Disperses into the warm sun ray.
I am lost
In the sparkles of your eyes
And your gay stare.
Birds and bees
May come and go.
But my fondness for you
Will never end.
I don't strive to shoot the sun
Nor catch the stars.
All I wish for
Is to please you
And indulge in your appreciation.