Melissa Poem by Kartik Saraf

Melissa

The angels sing of a radiant maiden
Whose skin is as soft as snow
The moon makes her face brighten with joy
That maiden is called Melissa

Beneath her face of childlike innocence
There hides a seductive nature
Twisting and turning the hearts of the loveless
Love is at mercy to Melissa

I see her brown hair, swishing in the air
And time seems to freeze when she stops
When she smiles at me, I feel sorrow inside
For I cannot have the girl called Melissa

But the sad truth is that I know
Of the hidden Joker within
That plays with my heart and strings me along
The joker deep within Melissa

Perhaps I’m safer, not caring to think
For the swirling emotions in my heart
There are many hearts to find, but only one to claim
And that heart is not called…Melissa