what will i call her?
An epitome of beauty or an enchantress?
Eulogistic words collided and danced in my mind.
Look at her endearing and alluring smile,
that placates and lifts my soul.
Her mellifluous voice,
enthralling than that of a nightingale,
creates an atmosphere of tranquility around my soul.
In her mesmeric eyes, beaming like a star
i see a world of my fulfilled dreams
Look at how she sways her captivating hips,
sending a signal to my nerves,
setting my nerves into motion.
i want to taste her sensuous lips;
inhale her breath
I want to caress her gorgeous curvy body;
feel her soft and glamorous skin,
that reflects the sun rays.
What will i call her?
She is more than an enchantress
no word to describe the charms of my mistress.
The scorching sun
Withdraws her hot rays
When she sees her.
The downpour
Changes to drizzle
When she sees her.
Her fragrance is sweeter
Than the rose.
I want to sleep in her fragrance.
My girl is more than enchantress.
Her beauty is a heaven;
Her beauty is my haven.
Calm and soothing sweet poem....great craft! reminded me of the song my girl! ! ! Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in love, love alone matters. nothing else. beautiful poem my friend voted10 surya