Love That Waked: When For The First Time I Grabbed The Love! Poem by Nithin purple

Hush, like this mid night's surprise, for love has waked
Sprouted its flower, the defying thorns in me
Thus gave sensitive pains for my thoughts they embraced
With and now dissolved with her in that night sublime.1

Beauty wakes from her sweet, cherubic countenance,
Her dark, soft and a long hairy band unfurls
In the wind, that fairness where grandeur loves to trace,
In an adorable way, shines her eyes' petals.2

Moonlight smiles poured from her very special lips,
An heavenly aura, encircled her sweet moves,
The starry studs pressed her lovable ears' tips,
Her anklets jingled, while her foot caressed the stones.3

Bedecked her the conscious world with creative
Hands afresh, with features rare and unusual,
Like as a Venusian lulu, she brought a wave
Of vision, as her immortal love did appeal.4

Like dove of blissful love; from Eden's aerial
Abode she flew and inclined to my life's cloudy
Shores, and savored her red winy lip kisses with real
Joys and many essence of love she spread on my body.5

O' my love is pure, like the fresh gush of water from
The mount's thick and dense green, and for her I must melt,
With this stainless heart, yet it bears an unknown gloom,
And weary sadness, whilst I said her all my guilt.6

Ah! tonight has her spirit and forever yours—
Aye, that self-same Nightingale— for my thoughts to keep!
For I have my myriad songs of love— like answers,
For her warm expectations through life's hopeful step.7


NITHIN PURPLE