By Kuhu Nagpal
The arches her eyebrows made
Made me slide down my senses
All I could think of was her
Her lips, her moods and her cute nuances.
Her curves are what my hands are made for
Her face is what my lips embrace
Her hair is what my nose will die without
If you think I'm mad, we'll it's her craze.
Her hands aren't hands; they're pillows of comfort
Her fingers are petals of rose
Her nails are pretty, playful things
Her eyes; a threat to me they pose.
But what is that 1mm of gap we share
What kind of a field is it
Her and me, me and her
What kind of a deal is it?
All I want to do is talk with her.
All day long, all night a song.
All for her, her charming existence;
And how she always appears to be strong.
She is what she is
But she hasn't let me be
She flipped me over, has made me crazy
I've changed for her and she doesn't see.
Her waist is magic; her neck is tragic
A place where one goes and never comes back again
Her voice is that of a little girl's
Being a daddy makes me want to take all the pain.
Her soul, just isn't another soul
That she is special would just be an understatement.
She is more. Eternal and infinite.
And she makes me feel the same.
Don't change; please always stay the same
And take me to be yours, this gentleman
Begs; you are his one and only one.
You are and always be his sun.