She Is.
She Is.
A vibrant portrait in my monochrome scribbling, to her, I write:
An ocean of smiles she is
Into which she makes me dive
Ashore she offers for me to rest
Her smile: my sunset and my sunrise
A stage she is
On which I shed my fears
Under a spotlight she puts me
And my audience, her million emotions
A book of poems she is
Inked by our love
In unison, our hearts recite
Every verse of every poem
A tree she is
Which grows in me
Roots buried in my heart
Its fruits, the memories we make
A bouquet of happiness she is
Tulips, her brows and
Orchids, her lashes
Eternal and everblooming
And I, a free bird in her cage
Kissing every latch, I fly
And I, an undying droplet in her desert
Kissing all the sand, I flow