Along
the aisle of elegance
With charisma of
regal ambience
You walk.
Captured, have you my
eyes
Entrapped, have you
my feet
As by your lighting,
have I been struck
Are you a god, O
lover of beauty?
For the daystar
itself,
From you, its
grandeur hides.
With a height tall
like a giant oak tree
And arms strong like
pillars,
Who dares challenge
you?
With your crescent
smile
And
pomegranate-coloured lips,
You tempt me.
If rivers be love
Through eternity
would you swim
O lover of love,
lover of beauty
As
in you I am lost
And beg not to be found
Tags
Poem