Her Facsimile

Whenever you array your forehead with cardinal vermilion and apply mascara on your eyelashes in front of the mirror, I gaze at you.

Dropping bridal tears at your paternal home and bringing a bridal smile to my home, you had become the embellishment of my small home.

Life had given me another opportunity to love someone more than anybody.

The last episode of my life that had taken the life of my girlfriend in the accident had broken me inside.

The insipidity had captured me in her arms. God was kind enough to send her facsimile in human flesh of yours and you were absolutely her compeer.

Yes, Oh! My better half, I am thankful to God, for bringing you to my life and allowing me to love you fully.

Beneath your raven hair, I love to purloin the redness of your rosy lips.

Guzzling all the love from you, I mushroom in each possible way to acquire ultimate bliss.