Looking at you being busy these days,
I wonder,
Are you busy dreaming about us,
Or busy busy blushing while, looking deep into my eyes,
Or busy feeling the goosebumps as I run my fingers over you,
Or busy cuddled in my arms absorbing the warmth,
Or busy pampered by all the pamperings you get,
Or busy wondering who would love you crazy as me,
Or busy dancing to the songs we play in loop,
Or busy story telling our fairytale to the world,
Or busy pacifying your heart racing towards mine,
Or busy adoring yourself in the mirror the way I do,
Or busy caressing your hair and cheeks missing me,
Or busy smiling all alone at the moments of joy between us,
Or busy calling the pandora of names given by me,
Or busy wondering the bond between us so wonderful…
