Amidst the stars, she treads the eve,
A dance of stars, her aura weaves.
A blend of dark and radiant light,
Conspiring in her gaze so bright,
A grace that dreams and nights conceive,
In every step, a spell to retrieve.
One nuance more, one gleam the less,
Enhances the unnamed finesse.
Her locks, a cascade, midnight's embrace,
A canvas for a moonlit grace.
Expressions pure, thoughts gentle confess,
Sweet serenity in her heart's recess.
Upon her cheek, a tranquil hue,
Eloquence whispers, tender and true.
A calm that speaks, yet speaks in rhyme,
A palette of smiles, a subtle climb.
In innocence, love finds its venue,
A haven where emotions accrue.
- Author: Petrichor of Love ( Offline)
- Published: January 31st, 2024 10:50
- Category: Love
- Views: 5
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments1
I know one such lady who lives in my heart. 😊👍Great write Petrichor.
Thanks buddy🥹. I appreciate your comment💕.
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