Morning Love Poem by Dave Tanwar

In the morning when darkness die
Like an angel when you fly
When you wakeup stretching your arms
With the smile spreading your charm
Even the god from heaven might think
When in lust of your beauty he sinks

“Is she a dream or is she real?
Such a splendor can only be surreal”
Her beauty defines perfection
Every smile showers affection
When in her eyes, it is love that shine
Everyone thinks, “I wish she could be mine”

Often when she blushes, she put flowers to shame
Beware her touch! ! She is a hot burning flame
With her presence sun shine smooth and bright
Tis weird, when it happens in the midnight
With her lovely eyes, she is too stunning to be true
She tries to remain normal, but what she can do! !

In the morning when darkness die
Like an angel when you fly