Laughter lilting,
Smiles ascending,
Warm breeze rushes by;
Yellow winged monarchs
In July

In every hello,
Every coffee date,
Every awkward new hug
Or handshake,
I search
For your autumnal smile,
Your thick accent,
A familiar embrace—

And then the haunting  
Fear
Rushes in;
I remember
Exactly
Why you’re a ghost
And not a lover.

I close my eyes
And yearn to forget you,
Let your spectre
Burn
To ash

How sensuous and seductive is the unique confidence of a woman. The way she nurtures her appearance as well as her career, education, and every living thing around her. Her dedicated intellect that balances a drive towards production as well as love and affection. It is in a woman’s heart that grace is found, boundless supplies for those who have wronged her, but also those who she will teach about the love she found in herself. She is a beacon to a society lost in the fray.

Bring me
Your serenity.
Shower me
With warmth.
Soothe me
With calligraphy,
And I will cover you
With grace.

The warmth
Filling me
When you stand close,
Could ignite a thousand suns;
Delivers daydreams
Into daylight.

How can one
Be so bright
That sunlight
Dims;

Solar revolution
around love
At first sight

You bring out
My adolescence,
My childlike wonder
At what Love could be,
And then I look at you
And see,
It is all now
Finally,
After years of yearning,
A beautiful,
And almost unbelievable
Reality

When I open
For you
Like a flower,
And you pick my petals—
Strewn across the earth
In haste,
I wilt
And perish;
You will not
See me bloom
Again