Vintage Love

Who is she? I often fascinate! 

The inner me gives the perfect answer. 

She's the one whose

Mere presence is a treat to my eyes;

And her companionship is the muse for all my love ballads. 

She is my 11:11 wish, 

My alleviating soul, 

The wish I ask for while puffing off my eyelash. 

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A sip from her bare Chardonnay glass

Feels like the imperfect anecdote she chanted the night before. 

Our meddled serene minds

Are just like our favourite music - Jazz and Rock;

Making an ideal melody. 

And it's the preserved roses in between the withered pages of the diary

Which portrays our perfect vintage love. 

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Our this epic classic love is all about, me 

Admiring her in bright chiffon saree, 

While I entangle the locks of her wet hair. 

Reading her quotes from her favourite authors, 

While we gaze at the lilies in the gloomy field. 

Writing songs for her and singing them, 

While we sit across the lake with swans. 

Singing lullabies of this ripened love, 

While seeking solace in the setting sun. 

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As the plum sky plunges in the gust of violet, 

We sit by, draping ourselves, in her favourite red shawl;

Glaring towards the window pane, 

As she sinks into my arms, 

With the drizzling raindrops

And the breezy rattle of clouds, 

With hedge of moonshine above us;

Drifting through the nightmares and fantasies. 

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How I admire her abyss of adherence, 

And the promises of eternity, 

While singing melodies of love. 

Who is she? I often fascinate! 

She's the one whose

Smile is the brightest, 

As if made from pieces of the moon. 

The only lady who paints my world with hues of velvet and red, 

Making me feel, loving her is an achievement.