The first time I saw her, made me think she’s cute
The first time I spoke to her, made me realize she’s sweet
The first time I met her, her beauty mesmerized my mind
The first time I met her eyes, her eyes touched my soul
The first time I touched her, her touch chills down my spine
The first time I held her, made me realize she’s the cutest
The first time I kissed her, the world stopped for me forever
And for the first time , it will forever be first time with you dear♥️
Love is the nectar which once you taste, makes u crave for more
Love is the ocean which once you sink, makes you it’s tides
Love is the wind which once you feel, makes you fly
Love is the scent which when you smell, makes your senses wild
Love is the sound which when you listen, makes your heart cry
Love is the emotion which when you fall, makes you feel high
Love is the connection which you yearn, makes you go beyond pride
Love is her face which when you see, makes you joyous beyond bounds
Love is her smile which when you see, makes your heart beat fast
Love is her eyes which when greets you, makes the stars go shy
Love is when she lies on your chest, makes you feeling she’s mine
Love is what i shall do forever and more, to make her fall with all her heart❤️
To you my love for I have faith that one day I can give you butterflies.
Your scent, the most addictive fragrance in the whole world, the smile on the corner of your lips, the one that invokes the most joyous feel in me…. Your words, with a voice to soothe my soul… You are all,but mine…. Your touch more gentler than the gentle breeze, your magnetic beautiful eyes, bound to cast a spell on even the most charming lot, the look of which makes me skip a beat……. Your presence, the unattainable height of euphoria,which i crave…. Your hug like an ocean of warmth in the coldest mountains, your face lovelier than the most splendid full moon, your laugh which shames even the most star studded night sky…… Your love , my love, is eternal bliss…….
via Daily Prompt: Calm
The master at work,
sewing with lurk,
every movement slick,
every strand thick,
soft as couch,
yet makes you grouch,
a thing of beauty,
a theater of cruelty.
The bright dew drops,
masks the spiteful drops,
the wings that fly,
ends up dry,
the more you heave,
the less you leave.
With all your might,
you feel more tight,
the one’s who are free,
emanates calmness in spree.
ps: a novice in poetry,please pardon me and correct me if im wrong, thank you folks!
partly inspired by ; Quirky Parts , much more magnificient than my piece of poetry!!by https://randomthoughtsofmine2016.wordpress.com/author/randomthoughtsofmine2016/
Calm; widely used, seldom understood, often breached, rarely reached!