Ripples Of Rhythmic Rapture
In my idyll thoughts you’re my dream sky,
spreading the lasting lure of indelible indigo,
where on the whispering wings of the swan cloud
my ardent bird flies fascinated with mind’s motif.
On the convivial canvas of my halcyon heart,
with your longing hues I paint love landscape.
The pearls of dew in my malachite meadow
shine with the glint of your eyes, I envision.
In the rose garden blooming my pristine essence,
you’re an enthralling butterfly of charm, I imagine,
flittering in the splendorous zephyr of spring,
that ripples within me with rhythmic rapture.
In the mesmeric firmament of my fervent feeling,
you’re the astral radiance of galactic passion, I deem,
with the flaming flash of a shooting star from there,
you blaze the timeless trail of desire in my heart.
The enticement morphs into your flickering face,
dances in my vision as I see your enthralling smile
glow in the argentine beam of the mesmeric moon,
fixed at the fringe of my heart, so lively, not so far.
Across the still sea at the edge of my serene soul,
you’re the enticing horizon of love I cheerfully configure,
where I wish to fly as the beguiled bird of yearning,
for in my idyll thoughts you’re my dream sky.
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