My Own - Poem by Mozafar Ali
If beauty was another word
I’d shout your name
My echoes would travel the distances n beyond
For your beauty to explain would take to long
Confused on how to start,
My tongue silenced,
My breath taken away
By just a single beat of your heart.
Your body just perfect,
Your lips so soft,
Not just one but all these features are my favourite part
Your voice so smooth,
Your posture so strong,
A real beauty
With her I want to belong.
Her skin like gold,
Her hair equivalent to silk,
Immaculate in every way.
All over, back and front.
This is not a girl, but a woman.
Mature and grown.
For all my nights I’ll write these poems
For the day I have her as my own!
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