She is Poetry in motion
Within the vast expanse of poetic prose,
A tale of love and beauty arose,
Where the author himself did find,
A woman, a muse, one of a kind.
She is a romantic book, my dear,
With pages that whisper, and hearts that cheer,
Her eyes, like chapters, unfold a story,
Of passion and grace, in all its glory.
In her smile, I find the perfect plot,
With words unspoken, yet never forgot,
Her laughter, a verse that dances in the air,
Bringing joy and enchantment everywhere.
Her voice, a melody, softly sung,
Each syllable crafted, like songs unsung,
With every word, she paints a scene,
A masterpiece of love, pure and serene.
Her touch, a stanza, so tender and warm,
Leaving imprints, like ink on a page, never to fade or deform,
In her embrace, I find solace and peace,
As if the world’s chaos and worries cease.
Her heart, an epic, filled with desire,
A treasure trove of emotions, set afire,
With every beat, it beckons my pen,
To write verses of love again and again.
For she, the embodiment of a romantic dream,
Inspires this writer, or so it would seem,
Her presence, a muse, forever sought,
In this poetic tale, our souls are caught.
So let me be the writer, my love,
To pen the chapters that fit like a glove,
For you, my beautiful book divine,
A love story eternal, forever entwined.
Abhi
Her Sunday Walks
In Sunday’s gentle dawn, she stirs awake,
A vision of beauty, a dreamy daybreak.
Her eyes, like morning dew on petals fair,
Sparkle with wonder, a boundless flare.
Her smile, a sunbeam breaking through the haze,
Radiates warmth, enchanting as sun’s rays.
Her cheeks, rosy blush of a blooming rose,
Reflect the love that in her heart flows.
Her hair, a cascade of silk, freely flows,
Caught in the breeze, it gracefully glows.
Her neck, a graceful arch, adorned with grace,
A testament to elegance and embrace.
Her shoulders, soft and gentle as a dove,
Carry her spirit, fierce and full of love.
Her arms, like tendrils reaching for the skies,
Hold a camera, the world through which she spies.
Her hands, skilled and nimble, capture life’s art,
Framing nature’s beauty, a work of her heart.
Her legs, as she ventures into the wood,
Step with purpose, where tranquil moments brood.
Her feet, dancing lightly on forest ground,
In tune with nature’s song, a perfect sound.
Her heart, connected to the wild and free,
A soul in harmony with all she sees.
In Sunday’s wood, a portrait she paints,
With each click of her camera, a moment enchants.
Her beauty, a reflection of nature’s grace,
A symphony of wonder, a captured embrace.
Oh, how she blooms like flowers in the morn,
A Sunday’s muse in the woods, reborn.
Abhi
Symphony In Her Eyes
In search of wonder, I’ve roamed the Earth,
Gazed at the stars, pondered their worth,
And in her eyes, I found the universe,
A poetic inspiration, a mystical curse.
The ocean’s depths have called to me,
Their mysteries, a captivating plea,
But in her eyes, I found the sea,
Endless and profound, a fathomless spree.
The music of life, a symphony of sound,
Its rhythms and beats, forever unbound,
Yet in her eyes, I found the melody,
A symphony of grace, a dance so lovely.
The flutter of my heart, a fleeting emotion,
A feeling so pure, without any notion,
But in her eyes, I found the reason,
A love so divine, without any treason.
Through the seasons, I’ve searched for love,
An endless quest, a quest so tough,
But in her eyes, I found my mate,
A love so true, an eternal fate.
Her eyes are like the dawn, with hues so bright,
A glimmer of hope, a promise of light,
They guide me through darkness, show me the way,
A beacon of love, in every passing day.
In her eyes, I find a world of peace,
A place of solace, where my soul can release,
All of its worries, all of its fears,
And bask in the warmth of her love, so dear.
The beauty of nature, the wonders of creation,
All pale in comparison, to her eyes’ fascination,
For in them, I see the essence of life,
A love so pure, without any strife.
And when the final chapter, of my story is told,
And I’ve walked this earth, until I’m old,
I’ll take with me, the memories of her eyes,
A love so true, it never fades or dies.
Abhi