Sonnet I Poem by Srabon Debnath

Shall I compare thee to Tinker Bell?
Thou art more charming and more mystical,
Is thy soul eternal that my chest can dwell?
I cherish thee as if something magical.

Thou sipp'st thy black coffee a touch so light,
I feel charmed as if fairy dust were blown.
Thy smile beacons light in my darkest night
An everlasting grace in my heart is sown.

When gazing at thy photo, heartstrings pull,
An ache, a void, as if a piece is gone,
An infinite feeling, so deep and full,
A longing that persists from dusk till dawn.

Thou art a wonder, more than words can tell,
A beauty far surpassing Tinker Bell.