The Language Of Love Poem by Varsha M

A world new blooms
Drenched in feel so cool
Mesmerizing in its flow
From tip to toe
As I long to steal
Even the minutest glance
Even a feable far one
Leaning in ackward pose
Or haulting for no purpose
Just to catch the elegant look
My heart longing for
And my eyes yearning more
Just to keep seeing him
Like a humming bird
Flapping wings in air
Cuddling even more
To lick the last drop
Drooling down the petals
Stamping the mark their union make
As love deepens farther
Knowing each other
Inching distance significant
Where cosiness could be felt
As we embrace each other
Only in the imagery
Well woven, as eyes disperse
And mind sew new bonds
If at all, at any point
May my dream materialize
Just for once at least
May I be his, even in dreams.