Wednesday, 19 April 2017

You Are In My Poem

My ink whispers your name,
You are in my pen,
My lines sparkles with your colour,
Each alphabet is aware of your flavour,
My verse may run from stiff mountain cliff,
To deep roaring ocean,
I carry your thoughts  with abundance passion,
My feelings are pure as mountain dew,
So they hide you in puzzles few,
The connection is platonic, and,
Strong is the binding,
I fantasise you  while walking,
Running, singing and dancing,
Your gracious presence enhances my words,
My pledge is to weave you as a garland in grace.

1 comment:

  1. "I fantasise you while walking,
    Running, singing and dancing," Short poem but nice one.