As I Sit back and watch her
With thoughts that make me ponder
Watching herself in the mirror
I feel does she ever wonder ?
Does she ever realize
That what makes her whole
Would she ever know
What lies in her soul
Has she found out about the garden
Deep somewhere in her heart
That blooms a million flowers
I admire , Like a work of art
Does she even know
The flames that she burns
To be comforted in its warmth
My cold heart yearns
And what about the whirlwind
A storm of a different kind
The passion that evokes out
Nowhere , will I ever find !
How can I miss that waterfall
A pouring of her thoughts
Memories of a beautiful time
& also of her battle fought
How do I tell her
That she is a poetry in flow
To complete her rhapsody
A million tunes tow
How do I tell her
That beautiful are her scars
For she stood strong amidst
Fighting her own wars
As she strips her red dress
Knowing that I watch her
Teasing my chain of thoughts
Her lovely back lures
And she knows that
I cannot resist !
Walking into her trap
Pouring that red wine
Only to lovingly lap
Marking her back
With a trail of my lips
Crushing the rose
As its nectar seeps
But would she ever know
what turns on my mind
Is the fact that whenever I seek my high
Her soul , is the only place I find !
In her , lies the wine
In her , lies the rose
She is my purity in poetry
She is my passion in prose
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