Poem

A BEAUIDEAL FANTASY

I once met an angel sweet,

For whom I build sweet abode of golden hay.

She were a sculpture that was carved

From heavenly stone and earthly wax.

Her blooming face where beauty composed

Tells the tale of innocence divine.

'Endearing delight' over her heart

The valley of love that overflows

Glidest on her temple strands of black pearl that over pours

Like flocks of lilies stretched, were her brows

Glimpsing lean from her forehead fair.

Her eyes like pearls midst darkness'

Embedded in golden hues that blinks

Twice as time, burns powerful and bright.

So doth arises her eyelashes like splashing waves,

Standing steep and still.

A piece of portion mixed with magic

Interposed her flaming nose outstanding.

See her ears that glide and in artful motion

Like a peacock's dancing feathers

To hear all voices sweet and rhythm.

And when she smils't, makes me think

Fragments of milky moon she ate.

Her lips that were made;

From honey, wine and roses wild

To be given a virgin touch with kisses sweet.

Her radiant skin like the radiant stars

Ah! Still soft like the tulips revive.

On her chubby cheeks where the dimples carved

Call it cherry blossoms none shall ever deny.

Softly o'er her palms all her fingers standing tall

And adorned with pointed nails like mirror.

She walks like the streams that slowly sail

Or maybe like the floating clouds;

And when she steps its music everywhere

From rainbow were her dresses made

With added traits of daffodils, dahlias and daisies frail.

When I gaze her on and on, every hour is a measure,

'So stand by me, oh the passing tides'

I know thou hath none to wait;

But see my angel standing for a while

It's creation not a dream.

I wonder how a fairy's dwelling

Among the temporal band, yet so simple

Surrender now: everything that's proud

Surrender everything that's beautiful

For here comes my angel sweet.

When her reflection kindles

It was then my madness that broke.

Lo! The unselfish nature seems so envious

Still my sweetheart stands, innocent and kind.

Amish Ahmed
Kollam, India

Well, my name is Amish
I am a student
I am 26 years of age
I started writing poems at the age of 14.

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