My Love For The Distant Woman – (Part-3) Poem by ASIM KUMAR PAUL

/She fills her web page with her creative art works,
On the foot of the picture she puts some words,
Short and spreading meaning of love,
Those words are magic feelings, and touch my heart,
As if, my heart gives me a feeling of love in her creative mind, and
Sometimes, she gives a picture of taking tea, sitting on her bed,
Wearing white fairy dress with beauty on her body, symbol of love
Leading me implore her in my arms and kisses to her tender wet lips,
Giving her my manhood on her impressions on her virgin field of love.
Sometimes she wears a blazing dress and moves into woods
With an arrow and bow to catch love crew of her love, and
She likes to travel in her dreams of love of snow sleep delight.
Sometimes she stays a long time before her mirror,
And she sees her blossom body charms in dreams
That enthralls me to put a poem on her dream and her beauty,

In her pretty shades of love and divinity,
She gazes her beauty in her muses of love,
The sky robs her sight and tender sirens of devotion
That she portrays to love the world,
And I love her, although she is at a long distance,
Yet she is so close to give me feeling her love,
Through the mirror that is placed in between us,
As if I am tracking her so long upon this earth,
And in my thought I try to escape from my world
And then enter periphery of her love,
And fill my heart with her amorous heart,
And touch her in my fingers to feel her existence,
Divine, attending her wishes to fill the love passion,
To the brim of great pleasure, and not letting her go away,
From my heart and my embrace of love,
And I do dignify her love in the construction of union of partnership
And friendship to convey and bind in love lore of breathing

My love is awake, secrecy I do not prefer,
I want exchange mirth and breathe with her love.