True Beauty Poem by Rajam V DeMel

As the morning dews awake over the horizon, a beautiful angel emerges in sight. The coldness of the dews make my spine chill but the warmth of the smile slowly settles the hair standings. With this will my heart prolong or beat to, why my dear heart my dearest heart. Is this my figment of imagination or is there a beautiful lady emerging to standstill? Who is this musical golden flower who is smiling more brightly than the moon itself? Was my angel born in the air or has my mind suspended her so weightless? Is this true and can be true, her eyes are filled with such a defining blue and maybe it was her who decided to tilt her blue colour into the sea itself. How is it also possible for the clouds itself to be her hair? Maybe its too selfish to have her as mine but I would love to hold her hands to walk through the meadows of the fantasy world of love.