And then there was her,
Sitting by the candle light;
I was like a moth attracted fatally,
I sought a flame to light up my fizzling heart.
She was like a surreal daydream on a misty morning,
I reach out but I cannot reach far enough;
Like the sweet smell of freshly rained upon earth,
She enthralled my senses.
A beauty that surpassed all the dimensions I’ve known,
I transcend into another realm at her sight;
I flutter around her like a bee near a chrysanthemum,
To take a sip of the nectar of her breathtaking charm.
Like a child would cry and weep and fret,
To make someone else’s precious toy his own;
I will jump into that flame just to douse my desire,
That’s her-the dream I desire-my flame, my fire!
Written by: Santosh Kumar
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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