Ink Blots

A sheet of paper- loved and white,

Gets adorned with beautiful blue and black

Sudden swell of the fairness, a prettier light,

The embellisher sophisticatedly cuts no slack.

The hand relaxes, calm and expanded;

The tangible- exulted and on cloud nine

Written on, yet neat, the paper now branded;

The trails of the love left behind, just fine.

A blot here and another blot there,

Rhythmic instances to remain,

Times a thousand worthy of a stare,

The paper lies on the table, no facade to feign.

The spectacular touches that the hand speaks of,

Make all things surrounding- appear lovelier than before,

The right aspects in the act of making love,

Cause the days to brighten, and them hearts to soar.