The first time you looked at me to make eye contact,
A feeling revolved inside me like a current,
You grabbed me in your arms intact,
I shiver a little but try not to react.

Ahh! This moon light is the blessing,
My shyied eyes feel your caressing,
Full of gestures and expressions,
Where both of us learning love lessons.

Butterflies in my chest can't rest,
You hold me so close in your heart to arrest,
Choosing you as my companion feels the best,
Oh my goodness! I blush when you took me to our nest.

Time swing and we welcomed a new member to family,
A dream that turned to reality,
And everything seems as the galaxy,
Magnetic soul is here with lots of capacity.
Amen!!!!

Written by : RphSumita Nath

Remarks are not literature
Sometimes go out of the structure
Though good one's are to capture
Rest are like old furniture.

Some version are miniature
Albeit enlighten a picture
They understand the scripture
And thought of the culture.

Some remarks you feel as tincture
Floating like bubble that won't  puncture
Life is all about adventure
Always be high with your zeal for signature.

Dust touches the Picture Frame
Long lost memories we Name
She looks like a Monkie
And dance as a Spunkie
Letters for her I Write
That always turns to a Fight
Whenever I call her Fatty
She cries like a Catty
Fun we have in the Town
Won memories like a Clown    
No matter where they did Lost
But want to regain it at any Cost.

Dust touches the Picture Frame
Long lost memories we Name
She looks like a Monkie
And dance as a Spunkie
Letters for her I Write
That always turns to a Fight
Whenever I call her Fatty
She cries like a Catty
Fun we have in the Town
Won memories like a Clown    
No matter where they did Lost
But want to regain it at any Cost.