Sparkle

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.....