PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I recall on a gruesome dusk, I bowed to pray,
Thanking God and asking for a dream to come true;
Well, I met someone better within a week and a day;
She was a lovely jewel in every way, she is you;
You are bodaciously sincere and sweet;  
A woman by appearance and a lady by heart,
One with whom I was haughty to finally meet;
It is how I felt like I did to start.

I have been blessed to meet you
And I had never seen it coming for me;
Meeting one so vivacious and had no clue
How nice it is as a man before you to be;
It overwhelms me to hear your sweet voice;
It is very gentle and nice,
A celestial melody to an ear used to noise;
There is nothing better to hear than no vice;
You speak heavenly well;
If you have something your mind,
Then please do tell;
Do not deprive me hearing your voice behind.

Your fragance is highly floral,
A spring aroma of the bossomed flowers;
The consideration is no less than moral
To think of you more and more by the hours
And flowers so delicate and of natural beauty;
You are like human flower indeed;
You stand still with grace truly;
You are sufficient enough to your own need;
You smell as you should,
Only as a flower perhaps a rose,
Whatsoever flower it may be it is really good
To smell a such fragance from my nose.

The touch of a woman is very soft,
But the touch of a lady is exorbitantly tender;
You have fingers as if they are aloft,
Hands of a lady to which a bold man surrenders;
You have the power to soothe
A man on his most cloudy days
By caressing him with your skin so smooth,
That he is bound to get out of his phase;
From a simple hand held
By yours is like having a rebirth,
You make me want to be better from what I felt;
It is life altering like a gain of valuable worth.

With only three imageries of art,
I have described my deliberations of you,
Hoping a chance to show my heart,
The heart that has lost its way through
To the destination of your hands
To embraced like a momento cherish;
You are the one who understands
That one's heart need not to perish,
But to be stored as treasure;
Mold this one into a great one
That would be my pleasure,
And I shall thank you from then on.