A million words have danced
In the cosmos of my thoughts
All eager for a destiny
To be owned by your soft
Eyes, and a shy smile
Too deserves a praise
Bathed in heaven's own
Beautifully brightened rays.
Roses I see now whine
A tale of how you stole
All of their scarlet wine
Your cheeks that now adorn
And clouds too now complain
Of unending thefts in your name
Sweetening their falling tears
When stolen by your face.
The words I use, celebrate
Their victory of having your taste
Wrapped around each letter
Dipped in drapes of grace
And so, we sing a song
With lyrics detailing every inch
Of the splendor that your existence
Is and shall forever remain.
- Rati
