Morning (Imagination)
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.