41 poetries

#17

Valentine

When he grabbed her hand 
In the poeticly caging land , 
It was a feeling like sand 
because it wasn't not love yet 
Until he stood up to tell 
That the beauty of tunes is she 
After the first meeting, said he. 

She knows it'll be harsh separation 
They au courant their relation 
But in spite of all loops 
They carried on helped by coup 
The one dolloping love pursue. . 

Barefoot she stepped his soul 
After he did the same 
Cherishing her with tame in whole. 
The time he entered in her, 
Wearing him she forgot about herself 
And soon she felt like treasure. 

The desert of their love 
Contained a mermaid and a man. 
Both are totally aware 
That one dawn will ruin all. 
With the changing seasons 
Abandoned will be the mermaid . 

Or vice versa will be the recount 
As to both are same sound 
Willing to vibrate the atoms around. 
Leaving one wander like a nomad 
On the deserted road of love 
With sand dunes of memories will blow. 

Someone said it right 
Love is blind by all aspects. 
Even after being aware 
Love is flourishing them with care. 
She's glad to have him 
Cause he's her first Valentine. 

Don't know about him 
But she knows, she can't reach 
The oasis of his heart , 
One day thirst of love of each 
Will bury her in his mind gate. 

But her inklings will remain 
Inspire others and construct a lane. 
Little bit her feeble heart knows 
Love is nothing but dream of poet. 

It's dedicated to her Valentine . 
She's revealing her souls heart 
That how much she love him . 
Athena type was she 
But then he redesigned 
Making her a normal human. 

She's, she'll and life long 
Her soul will yelp this song , 
She loves and she loved 
Only one man who's he...... 
"I love you my singer " said she 
In the ink of virtual fong. 

©misskanishka