She Is A Verse That Gods Sing In The Morning Poem by Ravi Kopra

How pleasant, how beautiful
are her looks
searching brown eyes
dark brown hair, curly and wavy
falling on her shoulders
full cheeks prettier than cherries
(I wish I give her there my first kiss)
in a sky blue blouse
in a light grey skirt
with a captivating smile
she stands in the door
for a welcome home Namaste.

The moment I saw her for the first time
the ground under my feet slipped away
stunned by her beauty I stand there before her
speechless for a moment I forget Namaste
and say hello, how are you
so pleased to be here with you.

She says pleasure is hers
Come on in, please.

My heart is dancing in joy
saying you came home finally, my boy
she is a verse that gods sing in the morning
to spread happiness in the world
She is your verse, memorise her ryhmes
She is your red cherry, red grape sweet wine
Sip her for forever, her goblets are full.