Love Is Love

Enchanted by her beautyfilled Grace

Love is love not a daily life phase

It's Love she hold in her every move,

She enchanted me her encounter groove

In a realm of dreams and thoughts, I find her,

A delicate being, gentle as a dove's feather.

Her wrist, if I held for long, would turn to red,

Such tenderness in her touch, where love is bred.

Her lips, a rose-pink hue, so inviting and sweet,

And her cheeks, like crimson blossoms, complete.

An angel's grace or a human's embrace,

I ponder, lost in awe, her ethereal trace.

How can a voice possess such soothing grace?

Its melody, a balm, in every word, a solace.

And her smile, oh, that radiant glow,

It banishes sorrows, leaving joy to flow.

I watch her walk, talk, move with grace,

Every step, every gesture, a poetic embrace.

Her gaze, a celestial realm, where galaxies reside,

I'm captivated, enthralled, nowhere to hide.

In her presence, all distractions cease to be,

For she is the sole focus that my eyes see.

Her pale, soft skin, a canvas of purity,

Her small face, a masterpiece of serenity.

Her figure, a testament to beauty refined,

Each curve, each line, perfection defined.

Long, straight brown hair cascading like a fall,

Enchanting, enticing, as I yearn for her call.

In dreams, I've imagined her love, her kiss,

A fantasy woven in desires I cannot dismiss.

But reality whispers, cautioning my heart's flight,

To cherish her presence, bask in her light.

For she is more than a mere dream's embrace,

A living, breathing soul, full of grace.

I'll admire her from afar, in silent devotion,

Content with the beauty of this cherished notion.