The Lyric of Affection…..

Shall I call my affection, a brook

that lurks in her perceptions?

As I take a leaf out of a lover's book,

I remold myself into her oblivious emotions.

Shall I call my affection an oblivious star,

That guides her through the darkest night?

Like a poet tracing thoughts from imagination ajar,

I become the constellations of her inner light.

Shall I call my affection, an astral night

that drenches her dreams in her constellations?

As I follow that Divine and graceful light,

I embellish her path with my affections. 

Shall I call my affection, a gentle gale

that flames her desires and heart’s secrets?

Like dew drops glistening o’er the blooms of a vale,

 my lines lay adorned by the radiance she emits. 

Shall I call my affection, a garden

whose beauty hides within her heart’s expanse?

With every sublime touch, I beg her pardon

and muse with the echoes of her sweet Romance.

Shall I call my affection, a piece of art,

coloured in the hues of her many a mood?

As I become the canvas, eager to impart,

the strokes of passion in every shade imbued.

So rare and refined is her Beauty to find

that I fear not praising it enough.

How much more should your beauty be defined

that drives my heart on fervour’s crest and trough? 

But your endless radiance shall never wane

nor shall you yield the grace you hold.

Defying Death, my verses will remain

in this lyric of Affection, where your story will be told.

And as I embellish her beauty with love so sublime 

I become the notes of this love story so divine.