Like a tribal chanting of birds
In the morning silencing,
The horrors of the night.
You create a symphony in my heart
That beats to your tune.
Hush! A sweet fountain of melody…
Thoughts and emotions wrestling for your contemplation.
To grasp what is behind
The audible shiver that soothes in,
Awakening them, those rested goose bumps.
In comparison, I will say you feel like paradise.
Pure joy dwelling in the palms of your creativity, high I still hold you dearly.
Words you are just not, but a jury that verdicts the guilty ‘one love’.
You are mine forever, love! To me, you are whom that matters.