Wednesday, 27 May 2015


Forgive the silliness
That has curbed me from gratitude
If the mermaid's morphology is even true
They will still be tickled by your prettiness
Your graceful shine
Makes even the sun blush

The stars though so majestic
Cannot afford your competition
For your concave beauty
Is as homely as honey
The serenity of your aura
Can be felt in the taciturnity of the still waters

Words can faintly paint
The lovely alacrity of your person
Your queenly gaits
Make my brethren sweat at the gate
If I could rewind time
I'd know you sooner

Shine on my fair lady
For love is higher than all!

Dedicated to all the ladies out there who anoint our world with their beauty and patience.

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