Amorist

By Ankitha D

In the garden of ‘meadows’ and ‘flowers’, you are the sweetest fragrance that allures me, 

It still feels like a dream being loved and cherished by you, 

In those moments with you the look of love feels so divine, 

Your voice calms my soul and makes my eyes shine, 

I wonder how I got this lucky to be with you being bound by love, 

Reminiscing the moments when you confessed your love so sweetly it felt enamoured,

In that soothing second I was smitten by you, completely captivated. 

His exotic dark brown eyes are captivating hearts, 

His soft lips are light and kissable like rose petals, 

His smile is so seducing like sensual sweet sins, 

His soul is as mesmerizing and sublime as tranquilness,

His aura is as enchanting as magical spells,

He effortlessly embraced all of my flaws, 

His arms feel blessed by the divine, united by fate and souls, 

His pure ‘love’ has made me write about love being an ‘amorist’. 

I know how it feels to be loved unconditionally and completely by you, 

All I could say is that I want to grow old with you, 

It is true when they say love finds its way to you when you are not in search of it, 

Your soul is a holy grail that I want to discover every single inch of it, 

As I embraced the whispers of the rhythmic symphony of your voice that claims surreal, 

He pleasantly admired me and I savoured every moment of his gaze that felt ethereal,

He smiled wholeheartedly emanating warmth that soothes my heart like a sacred scent of aerial. 

By Ankitha D