Lyrical Spell
Your beautious charm in pearls of love,
Inward purity that leads towards wove.
Threads to make a little blurry vision,
A web of flower buckets fragrant whole illusion.
Thus to see your calm soft hand,
Ye like a baby in sweet fantasy land.
None of filth could touch ye shadow,
Angelic place thee heart is as heavenly meadow.
In back lashes of glow rays of light,
Some drops of dew invented to sight.
A picturesque art to view such calm might,
Hallucinative yet realistic to prove your delight.
Be a companion of shyness but strong as a lionness,
Ever to defend right routes to worthy politeness,
Ye thy art is to furnish classic soul,
Hence to prove eternal QUEEN to achieve tis' goal....
©Sidrasaeed
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