Real and Fantasy

Pleasantly, you touch me and change the aura,
Touch, I had never felt before,
Different and distinctive, it dwells in my memory,
That manifests in my aloofness.

Sweetly, you persuade me, also unknowingly,
Persuasion, that haunts me to change by habit,
Your pious and godly role wins over,
That transforms me like dewdrop.

Astonishingly, my remembrance drives,
To the scenario where we were lost for time being,
Remembrances transfigures into dreams,
Where my shadowiness was shadowing you.

Silently, you whisper into my ears,
That whispering was not less pleasing than God’s message,
And you asked me to make a promise,
To keep the secret and never to dismiss.