You are My Poetry

Lover believes that his beloved is as beautiful as poetry

I just love the way you talk,

The classic way you get annoyed and protest,

As if a lioness walking along the forest,

Still I am fervent to, holding your snowy hands, walk.

 

The Almighty well knows,

When I am going to be gifted,

With you ‘my dearly loved’,

I will keep trying as far as time goes. 

 

Nothing else know I, loving you is my duty,

Even love will love you for your matchless beauty!