Incorrigible Romantic: A Poem
Crystal dust of heaven reflected in my heart
and sitting on horizon with a gentle touch
like a visual lullaby with its every part
enchants me with its spell so much.
Born a romantic, a romantic I'll die
blending into spirit of nature's delight
breathing with breeze caressed by its sigh
seeing my life's purpose in every moonlight.
Running out of words when heart wants to speak
I let it stay unspoken just felt deep in my core
not minding to look like a romantic freak
letting it bloom in me ever more.
For, what's other sense of living this life
if our heart is short of this magic feeling
this happiness, love in absence of strife
with starry night as the only soul's ceiling.
My memories are made of this fabric so divine
and my future is basking in sunshine of a trust
with this present, aromatic like a glass of wine
and that, my friend, is often bordering with lust.