My Bride

 

Ambience of passion with a ray of rarity

My love as come like a dove from above

Dressed in a flesh of spectacle like the queen of Sheba

Adorned with a tint of carnelian and glitter

Freezing all eyes as she descends from the stairs.

 

Moments of essence with a gleam of radiance

My beloved comes forth like the fullness of the moon

Charmed with smiles lubricated with sweetness

Her fairness halts the precision of time

And clock takes a long breath for everyone to stare.

 

Dreams elapsed in time as reality unfolds

My essence, your beauty is without a sense

For with it no man conjures a sense

My lady, you are indeed not beauty-full

For you are the standard fullness of beauty

 

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