Art Of Holding Poem by Prasish sharma

In my memory of you, you exist in my breath.
A spectrum of colors, an ever-sight to behold
When morning comes, they bloom as flowers.
And as night descends, they twinkle in the air.

Your shyness, a sign in this poetic rhyme,
Fragrance lingers; your presence is so sublime.
I've never yearned for more, my heart avows.
Now, I wait for you, amidst solitude's vows.

In icy loneliness, like a gentle butterfly's grace,
I'll cherish you, my love, in this sacred place.
As nightfall cloaks me and I gently close my eyes,
Our memories turn to stars, and as I fall asleep,
A tender image of your head leaning on my shoulder fills my dreams with a warmth that knows no bounds.
-Prasish sharma