He wish he had a million things to say
On how she made him feel so true
In skies so deep of the unknown way
There came the might of lover in blue
Melody it sang that bird like creature
With feathers of joy and vibrant flare
Tears of Heaven bare his dancing feature
A Queen unnamed though strong she stare
A gracious display of shimmery colours
Goes wild Peahen with a sutra of thoughts
Confession it held, or a prayer or hope?
Her trance He found the view He spots
Proud She felt on that feel of doting
The eyes of honour intuitive profound
By window They see that game of mating
To her cries ardour, Peacock was bound
The warriors in blues and greens showcase
The making of love is clean undraped
In moments of lights They both embrace
The hearts of hate they both escaped
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