11h
Gratifying sounds...
Delightful notes...
Each mirroring a sonnet of faith,
All conducting an aura of afroth !
For how could She, be such a gifted one ?!?
Sui generis" is the word,
Lyrical bliss per a chord,
Beauty as such an award...
A delicate Goddess within Her craft;
Why can't I spot any blunder in it ?!?
Soothing, soothing, soothing...
As pleasing as it can be;
She's of a divine femininity,
Yet, not precisely picturing Her glory,
Falling short in delineating Her charm.
Woman... O woman;
A certain euphoria, You conceive,
An eyeful masquerade, You evolve in,
An addictive healing, Your manoeuvre became to me.
~ A. Rose
Delightful notes...
Each mirroring a sonnet of faith,
All conducting an aura of afroth !
For how could She, be such a gifted one ?!?
Sui generis" is the word,
Lyrical bliss per a chord,
Beauty as such an award...
A delicate Goddess within Her craft;
Why can't I spot any blunder in it ?!?
Soothing, soothing, soothing...
As pleasing as it can be;
She's of a divine femininity,
Yet, not precisely picturing Her glory,
Falling short in delineating Her charm.
Woman... O woman;
A certain euphoria, You conceive,
An eyeful masquerade, You evolve in,
An addictive healing, Your manoeuvre became to me.
~ A. Rose
In this life, I think that we've all met a woman/man, who has evidently struck something in our soul... This piece honours the emotions & feelings which have been kept a secret, somehow buried deep inside our darkened and oblivious inner self. I would personally classify this poem as, an analysis of Self, when it comes to a love that has never been achieved.
Or, you might also interpret it as an anonymous letter to an individual, depicting each facets concerning one's sentiments about her/him.
Or, you might also interpret it as an anonymous letter to an individual, depicting each facets concerning one's sentiments about her/him.
