A sonnet of attraction and desire
In the quiet glow of dawn,
Where shadows play and merge,
There she stands -
A vision, a muse, a silent whisper of desire.
Her beauty, an unspoken verse,
Crafting chaos within the tranquil heart.
Love, an unbridled wave,
Crashes against the shores of reason,
Where attraction, a relentless tide,
Pulls with the gravity of a thousand moons.
She moves, and the world seems to sway,
A delicate dance of light and grace.
Eyes, deep pools of mystique,
Drawing souls into depths unknown.
Her smile, a curve that sets the world aflame,
Lighting the dark alleys of longing.
In her presence, time fades,
A fleeting wisp in the wind,
Leaving behind the scent of blooming jasmine,
A memory etched in the essence of desire.
Attraction, a force beyond the grasp of minds,
Speaks in silent gestures and unspoken words.
In her, the epitome of beauty and grace,
A thousand sonnets find their muse.
Love, in its purest form,
Transcends the physical,
Finding solace in the beauty of her soul.
For in her laughter, in her gentle touch,
Lies the promise of dawn after the darkest night.
Yet, amidst this tempest of feeling,
A question lingers,
A whisper among the roaring winds of passion -
Does she perceive the depth of this attraction,
The magnitude of this love?
Or does she walk, unaware,
A beautiful dream,
Adored from afar,
A beacon of what could be?
In the silence that follows,
Only the heart knows true,
For in the realm of love and attraction,
Beauty is not merely seen,
But deeply felt,
A connection beyond the confines of the visible,
A dance of souls in the eternal waltz of existence.
Copyright © Madhav Chaurel | Year Posted 2024
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