My Heart's Novella

The morning view of a hill station,

So peaceful with utmost emancipation.

His face bears a resemblance to that,

With those round-framed spectacles,

Glinting in the moonlight,

He sparkles like a diamond even in the dark night.

Every time he passes by my side, 

His natural scent compels me to hold him tight.

My love for him is eternal and immortal, 

You might think, I had drunk the whole bottle.

His laughter is my favorite symphony,

When he is with me, my life composes a lovely melody.

A tall guy with wheatish complexion and his lips, baby pink,

You won't need wine, his eyes are no less than a loaded drink.

Not a prince charming of Cindrella,

But a real guy of my heart's novella.