...a love letter...

A pen in my hand, a mind full of love,
I wrote a letter, a letter of love,

Wrote of her eyes, her curvy brows
her silkened hair, her dimpled cheeks,

Wrote of her lips, her soothing smile,
her proud lashes, her breathing nose,

Wrote of her walk, her graceful charm,
her shapely limbs, her eager fingers,

Wrote of her body, a sculpture divine,
her melodious giggle, her honey tinted voice.

Wrote of what she meant, her faithful heart,
her touch of affection, her sincere words,

Having said it all, I look at all I wrote,
passionate words, honest prose,

Its not in ink, Its not on papyrus,
a composition of love, expression of desire.

Tearing it into pieces, pieces of love,
I place 'em on the window, I want them to fly,

Every single piece, a soulful of love,
someone somewhere, a part will reach,

If she is destined, she has to know,
incomplete pieces, complete with love.

With heartful hope, I sleep content,
I wish the breeze, carries my love,

Foolish it may sound, childish I may be,
But if love is destiny, it will shape to real,

Morning ahead, I wake up with the hope,
Look at my window, the pieces gone,

Thanking the wind, heaving a sigh,
Into the sky, a desire I pray,