Everything was going to fade away,
When you collapsed on the last day.
Everything was going to fall apart,
Nothing could hold you on the surface!
Everything reminded me of you –
The way you presented yourself to me,
The way you showed the courtesies,
The most glorious story I have ever read is you!
Every tiny finger was worshipped by me,
Every curve was felt intensely,
Every scar was celebrated with sacred passion,
Everything would be nothing if it were not yours.
Any dull caricature reminds me of your sweetest face,
The intonation of your voice still haunts me to the grave,
Your cutest tiptoes still seek me till the 5 o'clock sun,
The entire you is the perfect smile of a godlike creature to me!
The way I have seen you,
The way you were worshipped,
The demeanour to which I have never felt bored,
The alcove of my heart always welcomes you!
He is such a prize a purple presence
When he shares his heart
It is no less than amethyst art
Right now he feels small
Even though he is 6ft3 inches tall
You see giants feel vulnerable too
In our conversation he says "I want you"
And my silence is a cherry clue
I've moved on but that last love was true
How can love be so desperately in need
Winds blow throwing breezes of men
Who can openly receive love with delicious green grin
I wish everyone love but I can't be her
For all I can only be for one
So gently I tread on this pearly pink path
Hoping to gain friendship from the jilted lad
For there can only be one destined in my life
I alone will decipher and decide.
It's his kingly demeanor
Makes me esteem and want to be her
His queen and peace pipe
Smoking me all day all night
His kingly demeanor
How he demands me while
Begging in a sweet bass voice
His kingly demeanor
Fishing me from a lake of ladies
I will choose chocolate kisses
He chose me first
To be his Mrs.
Time will show how devine
His kind is.
Distinct and upright for maturity to be in diaper
Eyes replacing lips, saying words more than that of a rapper
Mouth closes itself, only to open and speak when proper
Emits that sense of certainty that he will surely prosper
All acquaintances want to maintain this link and dig deeper
No serious knowledge of this being who gives free mental supper
On each mind, his charisma and infective aura pamper
Under his feet are prints sensed by many to heal a leper
Reputation, taste and class, far beyond just being on paper
Flickered cigarette,
Angst you wish not to covet
Confounded expectations,
Gust of disappointments and frustrations.
Knew better not to ask,
Of that worn out stoic mask.
Weary eyes you don't need to hide,
Innate emotions few wouldn't mind.
As the days grow longer
and the temperature warmer
even this old man's fancy
turns to outdoor saunters.
Perhaps to find on quiet stroll
a miss whose demeanour
is also out of all control.