She has grace, Grace is God, So she is.
Her face speak volumes.
Her Dress looks beautiful because of her.
I admire her like a tourist admires the wonder's.
Her Bus color is yellow, Her thoughts are triggered whenever I see a yellow. Slowly, I moved my preferred color blue to yellow.
When she moves in front of me, Time stops.
I never went close to her coz she is radiant as the SUN.
She is immortal coz she lives in my thought not in person.
I don't want to posses her (like a thing) coz she already possessed me.
You miss your friend on the road but not your enemy coz the enemy occupy more on your mind. Yes, she is my enemy.
To the world she may be one person, to me she is the world.
She never looks at me it says you are not the one.
Her thought haunts me on my lonely nights.
I never cry coz tears can take away her images from my eyes.
You never see a beggar eye to eye, she does the same to me.
Sometimes, I see poor things in me but get it washed away with her thoughts.
I want God to make this world blind for a minute. So, I brave enough to tell her that I am your slave.
Mom Said women's are angels. Yes I do agree mom.
Analyzed, the best thing in me is you…