rhyme of love 2

In the world of your eyes, I am just an observer.
That vast white sky, that black encircled moon,
Sometimes anger hot, sometimes teary rains,
With changing seasons time to time,
It has become difficult to predict the pain.
Though it’s sweeter to stay there,
The darkness when you rest
And the piercing lights in the rest, always unrests me.
Will this world ever be conquered?
Before even the question arise,
I could see the buried skulls and the broken swords.

Though I don’t want to be there,
Though success here is very rare,
I come here in peace, with all the roses,
Losing might be inevitable due to the sharpness of your eyes,
But it seems it’s worth fighting whole life, to rest under your eyes.

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