A Letter To My Love
I used to love the stars in the skies
until I saw the sparkle in your eyes,
my heart once fell for a gentle Dove
until you flew into my world with Love.
You are a timeless tale no tongue can tell,
a priceless pearl no merchant can sell;
your smile is all I need to see
to turn my darkest gloom to glee.
There was a game growing in my heart,
my poetry pen became a dart,
I stopped hunting the day I found you,
a treasure you are, timeless and true.
You are a queen made for a king,
a song too sweet for me to sing.
Oh how could I this bloom deny,
my heart is yours, my butterfly.
I wish upon the brightest star
that soon you will engulf my scar,
and in cold nights within your arms
my soul shall kiss your changeless charm.
The heat of love betides at noon,
the glow of life springs from the moon;
both night and day, you soothe my soul,
no doubt you are my golden goal.
No rose can beat your rare radiance,
artists cannot fake your ambiance;
loving you makes life twice as nice,
you are to me a special spice.
If Love indeed is but a sacred stream,
O let me drown in the depth of bliss;
wake me up not from my dearest dream,
leave me in the awe of this mystical kiss.
Take me back to the shores of memories
where the waves of love wet our soul;
let the echoes of our fondest fantasies
reverberate like the cheers of a golden goal.
You are a gem with a gladsome mind,
fairer than White rose, so hard to find.
Within your arms blossom light and love,
indeed you are a delightsome dove.
In flaws and faith you are just perfect,
nothing to hide, all things reflect.
Your beauty spans beyond flaked face,
and your charming heart: my purest place.
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