He sat there staring at her
Mesmerized by her sleeping form
Tried to control but can't
So he traced the lining of her forehead
Memorizing the cuts and admiring her flaws
Fingers sliding over her silky skin
Tenderly stroking her rosy cheeks
Which turns red when she is angry
Or turns flushed when she is shy
The strands of her hair tickling her skin
Made him jealous; he wished it was him
Her eyes sharp like a tigress
Yet soft and innocent like a doe
And her luscious lips that adored her face
And that pale skin color which always managed to do a magic
'Oh! This beauty is my passion' he thought
Never in life he was mesmerized like now
That woman drove him crazy
And no! Don't consider this lust!
It was like she was a masterpiece made just for him
Not to ruin or deflower but to cherish
He could look into her eyes for years
which was closed for now.
One look at her and he knew
He knew that he had fallen in love
With this beautiful and perfect woman.
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Poetry"Sometimes words are not enough to describe your emotion BUT Sometimes there is nothing better than words to describe your emotions" so here i have a collection of poems, couplets and liners which i hope you all like. this whole collection is writ...
