Her voice is music for my soul
And She's my April muse
They way she came into my life
Is a tale too abstruse.
She took my heart in gentle strokes
In a manner unheard, unseen
I thought we'd write a story too
About a monarch and his queen.
The mighty Craftsman up above
But took me by surprise; for
Everything I wished to write
Got vanished in disguise.
Prashant Shaurya ©
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
Her voice is music for my soul
And She's my April muse
They way she came into my life
Is a tale too abstruse.
She took my heart in gentle strokes
In a manner unheard, unseen
I thought we'd write a story too
About a monarch and his queen.
The mighty Craftsman up above
But took me by surprise; for
Everything I wished to write
Got vanished in disguise.
Prashant Shaurya ©
All Rights Reserved
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