Ode To The Mistress Poem by Pride Young

Eventhough we are more than a hundred miles apart,
I think she is the Best part Of the Almighty, of which I am a Part,
The thing which leaves me speechless, is her Pulchritude,
I don't know how to express to God My Gratitude,
According to me Of love she is an Epitome,
And that's why I have given her in my heart a home,
I want her to sate,
Whenever we meet and at our every Date,
The beauty in her voice,
Leaves me with no other choice,
But to Love her so much,
That even Great Mathematicians would ask How much..?
But After all Love is not a Thing to measure,
And I can't tell You, Looking into her eyes gives me what a great pleasure,
That was my First Love At First sight,
With a girl enchanting and Bright.


I can't tell you my Heart's elation,
As I love her with Devotion,
My Mind in her is totally Rapt,
And that's why my love towards her is really apt,
Her sweet talks touch my core,
And my heart keeps saying 'Encore',
I see her in my Dreams from dusk to dawn,
But you see, to say this openly to her I am a clam,
To meet her again I'm Very flushed,
But all the ways this world has right now crushed,
She has a great Panache,
And I wanna stick to her; like clay,
Oh! god help us to meet again,
As I can no longer bear this pain.....

(March 8,2009)