Existence in her Presence

By Shivani G N

Existence in her Presence!
Even the skies fell for her grace,
She's nice even in her rise,
A prize without an esteemed price,
Full of surprise.

Her cries make my rage rise,
As I despise tears in her eyes.
Her emotions were deeper than oceans,
I don't have reasons to fall for her motions.

She made herself a shelf
At the safest space in my heart,
An art without the trace of an artist,
Making me exist.

In the race to rise, she's my sunrise,
Even in a crisis.
Her cooked gastrique made me homesick,
Never wanted to risk, but I'm already lovesick.

Is this her trick to click and stick
Into my mind?
She's too kind to not mind.

Her long, slender hair made me a creep
As I stare at her fair self in the fair,
With utmost care, wanting to have her more.