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A silvery dream upon the night sky
Shining betwixt the tiny shimmers
Queen of the dark alam is she,
Beauty resting upon her in sanctity
That mere words can’t help but flatter
Brimming with epics at her flower beds
That the poets sing praises
But none versed enough
To match her luminous attire

Her light, a divine compassion
Enlightening lost hearts,
Blistering romantic rivers in every mortal she touched
All hoping to meet their sea at least once
And drown in her marvels in search of perils
Losing themselves and all that pleases
To an old enchanting melody

And at an instant, I had fallen for her
Her lightning smile
Bringing bliss to all, myself no more special
And when she smiles,
She sinks a million worries
Deep into oblivion
Bringing to blossom white lavenders
Promising a spiritual realm,
Unknown, full of mysteries
That I too longed to drift into,
In my most eccentric dream

Her hair an endless fountain,
A true treasure I craved;
So, her cheeks, blushing pink with dimples
None less than a cynosure, to my weary eyes
And the dark clouds a splendid scarf for her
Hiding her alluring plain neck
But her eyes,
The most beautiful ever
A cryptic aura of illusion it hides
That I longed to behold
And decode her heart full of treasures
Forever I thought to be mine

But hopeless I am
So are other men
Who had fallen for her scented romance
For in her eyes, there lives but one man
The glorious Sun.
Whose majestic flare,
The eternal light of the alam
So is she, whose beauty eternal
Men like me mere admirers
Lonely hearts, humble for her origins
But my love for her is no less
Nor will it ever be.
Yet still....
Only the confession of a mortal lunatic-
Hopeless I’m, Alas I’m.

But every blue moon she touches my senses
And I fall for her again
Not in front of any earthly woman
But the goddess of beauty herself
 I have no guilt or regrets
As my life here is done and dusted
None to worry and none to please.
Now all I await, is for an eternal bliss
When my life of solitude would finally perish
And myself a star closer to her than ever
Will whisper my song of love in her ears
But now all I sing is a melancholy full of despair
That none wants to hear

And in my eternal freedom, I shall once fly
From this rotting cemetery;
Of wandering souls
Into a paradise of romantic whisperers
Where I side by side with my beloved,
Will finally rest in peace
And script our own pageless romantic epic
Enjoying the dark shades and the silent pause
Hopeful I am—alas, I am.
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