I Wrote Her A Poem Poem by Ravi Kopra

I wrote her a poem
she and me on a white sand beach
walking together holding hands

under the full autumn moon.
she asks me where is the palm tree
a beach without a palm tree! ?

I tell her, my love
palm trees are everywhere
but the palms of your hands I like

their soft touch on my face
on my body soothes me
and when you rub your palms on my palms

and look deep into my eyes
with a naughty winky smile,
it sends me to higher planes

I find hard to descend
lest you get into me
and I in you eternally.