There's sparkle.....
At the window of your heart....
It pop up every time you gave the look....
Shows up through your bright eyes....
It cannot be translated, as it is not a science....
There's no certain formula....
It is just a heart that receive the translation, into feelings and emotions...
No words can define the exact condition....
It is every man's decision....
To keep the sparkles alive, become a burning flame....
or let it end just to remember the warm that touches heart.....
