She Is My Lady
And there she sits, the lady who takes your breath away;
Her absence from my life would just mean a flay.
She sits with a smile but her eyes twinkle,
She would take whatever given, but a ray of expectation would still sprinkle.
Not an admirer of glamor and she would never clamor,
All she needs to know and learn, that where ever you go to her you would return.
If not a diamond ring, if not a love song you sing;
She needs to read it in your eyes, that the relation was never built on lies.
You want to kiss her and she kisses you back which ain't right,
Don't push it further, just sleep off the night.
Next morning when you wake up to the sun,
She'll deliver her love to you, that kiss will engulf you in stun.
You slide just next to her, wondering what she would think,
Her eyes inviting blue, and when she smiles pink.
Pull out the red rose from behind & see the contentment in her eyes.
And that moment you know, she is your angle love in disguise.
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