The Beauty Of A Rare Flame
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder they say
I found myself in a ray of hope
Glaring at her beauty in glope
Caught myself recalling her names
Drowning in the ocean of her embrace
was all my thoughts could accommodate
her smiles my mind could only translate
her presence my instincts could gladly validate
the love that revolves around my world
and her deep blue eyes affecting my glide movement
as I walk in an unexpected tremble
towards my only adored gem.
