And she vows to catch,
Every single grey in his hair,
His head tilted to the side,
Through her eyes,
If he could see,
He would see a man slowly beginning to learn,
How to breathe,
To soak in the morning sky,
Hear the high octave of the nightingale,
Brush his lips against the dewdrops settled on fallen leaves.
Greatness in that moment,
She could foresee,
For a man is unstoppable,
If he chooses to rise above,
The tight rope he walks,
Invincible.
The trivia that plagues his spirit,
Knows the soothing fingers of a woman,
Every moment worth in gold,
Savoured.
The space between is no space at all,
His grace is such,
That a glimpse of heaven he makes allowance for,
The chance occurrence is beautiful,
When the twine embrace,
Passion has long been mistaken for love,
Love is in the aftermath,
Like a prayer that may or may not reach God,
But it originates in the heart anyway,
In prayer, in love the twine shall meet.
7 comments:
that was beautifully crafted, loved it :)
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"Every moment worth in gold" ~ "Every moment reading this poem worth more than any precious stones"..
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@Rachit, thank you, guess men need some pampering too once in a while :)
@SISpl,dont spoil me rotten with your praise!
@ so intense and exotic..., wow,
Will you?... I am sure you will do your best..
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Good One :)Your talent must be appreciated ..
@Tech Blogger, thank you!
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