lost in the realm of her presence

I was a calm downstream, she came like a pebble.
Her serenity so pure, I thought was, way beyond my levels.

I was flowing gently in nature's embrace.
Her divinity, was it a celestial grace?

A stillness so calm, a fleeting dream, 
Lost in her radiant whisper, it slowed the stream.

For the stream will follow, a downward path, slowed yet flowing,

will she ever know, she swirled the stream with a gentle glowing. 

I wandered, unbound through realms unaware,
Her essence, a light, eternal and rare.

Through endless time, my soul found reverence,

Forever Lost, in the realm of her presence.

Thanks, 
Poet :- Ankit Mishra ...