Bliss

Bliss it was to know you forgetting every known tricks,

bliss it was to know me, like you do, fearing no risk.

Bliss it was to play with your ears like no-one ever caressed,

bliss it was to tangle your hair like no-one ever dared.

Bliss it was to paint you on this large canvas,

bliss it was to gaze it for hours though shy i was.

Bliss it was to adore the mirror holding you,

bliss it was to feel that it made me jealous too.

Bliss is was when for the first time you voiced 'love you',

bliss it was when at times my silence was coupled by 'love you too'.

Of all bliss, known or unknown, I invites the sleepless nights to find the best,

and then I wake up to avoid injustice with the rest.