The sheen of moon envies your smile
When it sees your sparkles all the while
How your cheeks go crimson and red
When my thoughts are played in your head
I’m afraid the waking might disturb the air
So I sleep at your side and stroke your hair!
The so-called poets are jealous of your eyes
For they’re so mysterious and call for the wise-
I submit and entitle you a walking poem
For you’re as profound as a thunderstorm!
I’m not a romantic but your gaze’s an allure
Your charismatic presence is the reason, I’m sure-
You sleep so silent but awake in my dreams
O the voyage to my soul is made serene-
The whites of clouds hold us in their hands
We’ve left the world for nowhere it stands!
The velvet on your lips glistens as you smile
Let me treasure your face as an idealistic delight!
I’m all aware of the fetters of your stare
My heart’s at ease when buried in your hair
The tangles of your sight are vicious and unkind
I’m enthralled and going_ all in all blind!
Wait for a minute, don’t wake up, my hon
Evening’s at door and scorching is the sun!
Submitted: January 24, 2021
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