Beckons me to the figure in disguise
I can see through the masquerade
I know it’s the heart of my pride
The miles that separates us
Is what would harness this faith
That stars that shine above
Would direct me in this haze
The light of the luminous silver ball
Unveils the knight before me
The ebony orbs speak a language
That is not for thee
The distance is covered in strides
It seems with the bolt of lightening
Much is to be said
It’s been long since impending
The horizons of this feeling
Forestall the use of words
But the magic of his voice
The essence of the curb
It would be a new beginning
A new promise for us to keep
The constellations would witness
Our love so very deep
My hand he held and here we walk
To a heaven we seek
The shore is a stretch we take
With the ocean so deep
The sigh of bliss
Would be the song we sing
It would be music of joy
That this night would bring
Because I am unaware what the future holds
With you by my side
I have no fear to unfold
The starry night would be the reason we exist
We would always find a blessing amidst
Amongst the clouds it is the number nine we seek
The mistletoe of the jewels, their shine would be our treat.
2 comments:
let me inaugurate:)...the poem echoes the hope that everyone has, hoping that the special someone will meet them soon..its difficult to sound "non-corny"(if dats a word:))while expressing what we will...to you khera..i will say..well put:)
Amazing ..! It brings out the barbara cartland feeling after so many years !!!
Keep up sweets !
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