My Exquisite Lover

By Shreeram P A

The red rose blooms in elegant pride.

Spreads its sweet fragrance in the air.

Even the gloomy night basks in your redolence.

The morning awaits you alone.

You are the nightingale which welcomes the morning.

The sun traverse for your songs alone.

Your voice is what enlivens the nature.

Which melts the hardest of rocks.

You are the clear dew drops which fills the morning grass lands.

Pure and stainless like a crystal.

Like a maiden pining for her first love.

Your blushing seems to stop the moving time.

You are the full moon of the night sky.

Who makes the wolverines cry.

Making the stars jealous.

With your mere smile.

You are like the gentle rain.

Which streams across the sky as clouds.

You make my heart swoon.

As the wind blows you way.

By Shreeram P A