Yes, She Was The One

Familiar and guilty of desire
We make efforts for love.
I too became a prey
To the imageries of this unvanishing
And sensational blessing. I envied the lovers
But loved the feelings like a burning moth
Until one day I realized that I am one of these
Moths staggering around the burning shadows
Of her existence.

Yes, she was the one
The one with a tender smile
Resting so light on lips.
The one with deep eyes
Drowning me in the seas of passion.
The one with desperate cries
Begging for some ties of love.
The one with imaginations so high
Taking me away in the cool blue skies.

Yes, she was the one
Charmed I was
With her dignified expressions
Floored I was
By her regal presence.
Charged I was
With her youthful exuberance
Drowned I was
In her floral fragrance.

Yes, she was the one
Who gratified my urges
Who gratified my soul
Who saved my life
And directed my stroll.
Yes! she was the one… . . .

THANKSSSSSSS