It's Called Love
When nothingness of a blank canvas
is smudged by glossy crayons of a child,
a messy picture chuckles in a new carnival.
When thoughts twinkle stargazing the sky
unfurling a drama in splendor of limerance,
an enchanted soul chimes like a chandelier.
When fingers tingle in touch of embrace
trembling underneath a virtual warm wrap
a fragile dream meanders, on dainty tendrils
When a fresh shower arouses scent
of a landscape lined in primrose and peony,
a luscious splash of rosewater permeates.
When daisies laugh in brightest yellow,
music sunbathing a vast green meadow
a melody in beats of que sera resonates.
When a dawn waiting beyond the horizon
hangs the moon low, over the ocean,
a complex world , blurrs out of vision.
That scrambled emotion, has a beautiful name, they say it's called love.
You say "You're mine" a thousand times and still never enough.
9th June 2019
Sponsor Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest : Going Deep within an Emotion
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