Walk Towards Your Absence In Mine Poem by glorious alice

She is a cautious light for me
I do not know where she starts
And no one can assume where her blossom becomes visible
My eyes are tied with her love
Paths in my way being perked up is her palpable navigation
My non-boiled knowledge is invaluable in her prudent brain
She is the swan of the river-however
Hatch the egg on my mountainous head
Putting down my conceit is her priority routine
My walks are returned to her feet
Her silent in my days makes my nights as inconceivable nightmare
My dreams are filled with her walloped odour
I am on the verge of a blasting balloon-that
Come up to my heart and touch your hand on that-and
You will witness thousand of roses are wilting there
These days are my absences in you.
Pretending as a steady man in her absence
Even she does know how cruel the departure is
Getting her in my night eyes is inevitable for me.