Love In Tranquility
Between the beauty of blossoms,
Did she really stand, was the chasm,
The chills on my spine stung deeper,
Towards her, when I walked closer.
Move they, her lips, afar,
With a rose, as I walked under the shooting star,
Lay still, the thorn in me to form a scar,
Which felt, like a prisoner broke open the bar.
II
Mountain sized expectations,
Dropped rose and rejection,
Every petel of its plead resurrection,
Solemnly for the love acquisition,
With a creed of her fingers' touch,
On my walking away from the evading lust,
Tranquil footsteps then whispered,
Her finger to the rose's stem then touched!
III
The broken wing of the pegasus and the rising fire,
There she picked up the rose from the filthy mire,
Running with the stolen bliss, without tire,
Wrists on the chest of the native of Ahemshire,
Inked has she, her legacy,
With acceptance and to fly higher.
Night under the velvet cloud then bent,
For this moment and love to be reminiscent!
Copyright © Awsaaf Ali | Year Posted 2014
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