Honey Dew
As the enchanting beauty
Recedes with content
Taking away with her
The enveloping dark magic
Born anew
Is a fresh dew
A pure ball of crystal
Glistening with mystical silence.
On the velvety softness
Of the rose petal.
He dawns upon her
With one luminous stroke
Gifting her a rainbow
Love struck as she was
Glowed at him
With colors in her eyes
Knowing it’s a give all.
She hides not
In the fragrant depth
But awaits the radiant touch
Proudly seated on her pedestal.
Dazzling beauty he absorbs
As she surrenders to love
Nobody lost
To bring about a single entity.
1 comment:
Seriously Madam Poet,
An altogether different style you exhibit here. It was indeed beautiful to read the words which describe the scene. You probably transformed into the flower watching the dew, or maybe you as yourself admiring this. A deviation from your usual style(or maybe not). Cheers for the good work.
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