At the break of dawn,
There she was a fragile fawn.
Occurred a vicious fight,
Between the sun and her smile,
In a quest to shine bright.
A face, I saw.
Which God took years to draw.
Surprised, she was.
Mesmerised, I was.
An utter chaos, my heart was.
She smiled again,
A glint of hidden pain.
Those enthralling eyes,
Who knew no vice.
Heart skipped a beat,
I felt a rush of heat.
I walked towards her,
Traversed deep girths.
Wouldn't lose her
In any of my births.
Years, I spent.
Nearer, I went.
Yes, tired.
Her admired.
There she was, an epitome of beauty,
Loving her, my sole duty.
She was fair
I laid out my arms,
Vanished into thin air,
From my realms.
I woke up, from the dream.
So real, it did seem.
You were mine, neither in reality,
Nor in dreams.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Aishwaryas. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.