‘When first I saw you framed in neon’s tender glow,
The room itself seemed hushed, reluctant to let the beauty go.
Dark waves of hair, like twilight drifting over summer skies,
Fell softly round your shoulders, drawing wonder to my eyes.
The neon light lingered on your cheek as though it wished to stay,
And every gentle movement stole a little breath away.
Your eyes held quiet mysteries no poet fully knew,
Yet every secret in my heart leaned eagerly toward you.
The flowing ivory of your dress moved like a whispered dream,
As though moonlight had learned to dance upon a silver stream.
Its folds and lace embraced your grace with effortless delight,
A vision born between the borders of the dawn and night.
Your lips seemed touched my thoughts – too sweet for words to quite reveal,
Hints of hidden hopes and joys that only hearts can feel.
And in the calmness of your gaze there shone a tender fire,
A warmth that stirred forgotten songs and quietly kindled desire.
I found myself admiring more than beauty could explain,
For something in your presence soothed each old and silent pain.
You stood there, and the world beyond grew distant, faint, and small,
As though the purpose of that hour was simply you – that’s all…
Perhaps these words are reckless, born too quickly to be wise,
Yet honesty finds its voice whenever I meet your eyes.
For every graceful step you take leaves echoes in my soul,
And every smile you offer seems to make a broken whole.
So if my gaze should linger, Natasha, do not be surprised;
A heart can speak in silence long before it is realized.
And standing here before you, lost in wonder’s gentle sea,
I cannot help but wish that you might someday look at me…’
Saambhavee
- Saambhavee
- Saambhavee
- Saambhavee