“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” – Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
I want to introduce the aforementioned enchanting quote as an epigraph to the following piece of my poetry! ❤
Lucky are those, who fall in love,
and get the chance to experience heaven on Earth.
Disguised as a partner, they find their God,
with whose benediction, they prosper and thank Lord.
I found my paradise, when I met you,
of heart so lovely, and nature so true.
Your hand touched mine and a spell of magic was created,
like in a human’s life balloon, nirvana is inflated.
You are my Adam, out of whom I’m designed,
I’m your poetry and you are my rhyme.
I wanna start my day with you becoming my muse,
it’s only you, who is my meat, my breath and my booze.
My head on your bosom, is the only picture I wanna see everyday,
Wanna sing and dance and revel in gay.
Like a canvas, which supports an artistic piece,
I want you to become my point of cease.
These are the emotions, which I’ve only achieved with you being there,
In a beautiful garden, inhaling the breath of fresh air.
We are two things made up of same compound,
Wanna cuddle in your arms and lose myself in a sleep so profound!!
P. S. – Back from exams 😎😉