Butterflies on cheeks

Your face in a clear night sky

and my breath inside an ocean

rises to you in the aching water

on the surface the bubbles broken

Bubbles fight the waves all lonely,

gasping for a second's life.

Rainbow of the dying bubbles

are the emotions that I hide.

How many lives will it take,

for you to understand

things which I cannot say,

though I say it all the time

through my eyes

These eyes if you cannot read,
ask the butterflies on your cheeks.
Those are my heart beats,
that skips its beat,
every-time you hug me.