She walked a beauty in the moonlit night,
All lilies and roses; eyes twinkling bright,
In gardens and meadows cavorting about,
A tender breeze; no blossoming without!
Flirting with the moonlight a shade more,
Rippled her tresses and her colours galore
From raven to rosy blush and ever aglow,
Coquettishly around in their riffling flow!
Mellow and very sweet in the tender light,
A beauty she pictured to that balmy night,
Denied to heavens she was a lissom grace,
Stars and moon attainted in a single brace.
Her willowy neck and arms alabaster like,
Her sinuosity graceful, her glide sylphlike,
A sight of wondrous glory or abiding love,
Nature's craft or skill, a cut she was above.
A subtle radiance twinkled in her hazel eyes,
She expressed her passion to the azure skies,
How sweet she was and how dear that place,
Soft, calm and naïve, truly a nameless grace!
A flicker, a blink, of pearls fell down a string,
A hundred hues, lucent lights danced in a ring!
Passions surged, sighs heaved and I were bled,
Silence uttered the "Untold" a soul nobly bred.
Her breath! A fragrant drift in its softer flow,
A rhythmic dance when she paced to and fro,
Streaming hair, her flowing dress just a sight,
A flame or spark, she had lit my dismal night.
Comforting, reassuring, and elating all in one,
A beauty; laughing or crying she had outdone
Each beauteous marvel and wonders she spelt,
A heart-throb to style my soul and within felt!
A shadow less fairy or a beam of subtle light,
Lively and graceful verily so pure and polite,
Her smiles worth a thousand stars I shall pay,
Of her truthful love if only a word she'd say! |
