A Rubik's Cube

She asked me to write something for her

Thought it would be easy to do.

Forgot it was her, a Rubik's cube I'm still trying to figure out

What could I write? That she was nice, that she was sweet

It'd be a waste of her spells on me, with words such as these

But it's you. A Rubik's cube I'm still figuring out

Little by little I see you, through the keyhole

A canvas of colors, sunshine, and melancholy strokes

A thousand words trying to speak through these brushes

A requiem to fly out this painted scape

And build her own world of romantics with the music she likes

Ghazals and shayaris, poetry over fairy tales

The complex interests over simple thrills

Just the kind of poetry she prefers to read

As simple as you come through, with all her emotions like a symphony 

A complicated mystery, when you finally try to see what she really is

Awe in her wits, something you'd rarely see, 

An innocent soul and a pinch of sarcasm is she

Finally a Queen you could ask out for a cup of tea