Proper Woman

 It was silvery full moonlight

I felt it right

To go in for love

And believe in its sanctity

 

Was he a proper woman?

For me to dream like a human

Was she meant for me on this journey?

I thought so as it was gifted me by an almighty 

 

She was running high temperament

And presented 

Little careless behaviour

But it was not aimed at causing dishonour

 

I am for her

Daily I visit and offer

Exchange pleasantries 

And share the happiness

 

Such people are always welcome

When they knock on the door and come

For remaining in our quest

I feel so nice and think it as best