Morning (Imagination)

As morning azures the sky

And my pen stops its gush,

She stitches her heart

To pump out all the emotions

That she has captured through my feelings,

To catch the flight to her

Land of poetry from

Where I have purloined

Her to my book of creation,

Giving her the colour of my love,

Painting her

With the

Adjectives of rich language,

Playing with her Raven hair,

Rosy lips,

And roseate face,

Spending the silent moments

Of night in her cosy arms,

Slurping all the love

From every possible way.