The Beautiful Ghost Poem by Rahul Aithal

Every night she stands by the window,
peeping inside and whispering low,
Watching me with eyes, deep and green,
which have haunted me even in my dream.

I put my mind to sleep and pretend,
too scared to know her real intent,
am I her food or her idea of fun?
is she a ghost or my imagination?

She calls out my name in a sweet voice,
I gather all strength and open my eyes,
she gives a smile so pure and rare,
I hold her soft hands barely aware.

Silky and golden hair touch her knees,
cute deep dimples flirt her cheeks,
the long eyelashes and a delicate nose,
smooth but sharp, her slanted eyebrows.

Now she fills my soul with a lovely image,
and my love travels on a different voyage,
my mind is thrilled as the fears roast,
she gladdens my heart though she is a ghost.