The Woman

Painting by: Amrata Raykar

Words wouldn't do justice,
To that gentle flower of Eden.
That woman;my life's apex.
She eclipses in my eyes,
And predominates whole of her sex.

I dream of her everyday.
She's a wisp of fragrance;
So close,but yet unreachable.
Ethereal and divine is her being.
That beautiful painting She is.

That voice;like the ringing of China bells.
Harmonious as music.
Like the notes of guitar,
When it's strummed gently;
As though its her back.
That peaceful sound hers is.

Her eyes;
A calm ocean of emotions.
A looking glass,filled with love.
Deadly sight for anyone;
Her eye's side look.

Those gentle caressing hands.
Caring the most and at times,
Ready to carry the brand.
Her hands were leaves.

The embodiment of love and passion
My love, the elixir of my life.
Beautiful,silent like a moon light,
On a silvery winter night.

My hands tremble,
As I hold her tight in my arms.
The fear that she'll melt.

Painting by: Amrata Raykar

For my warmth,
For she's a gentle blossom.

My only prayer to thee:
Make her mine,forever.
For she deserve better.
The troubles she has undergone
Like winter before autumn.
Make me her sunshine,
Help me find my purpose of life,in her.
For only her is my light and warmth,
As well as my life.

Make me hers.
Make me hers.