As dawns wake quintessence eyes, ere
the mist
Alternated importunate twilight, loomed
a beast
Fostering a scare sighted inglorious slay
Veiling my dream’s page, adorning war’s
onslaught
Against the deities of love, peril to
harmony’s immortality
I call this beast anodyne negligence, a
foe to peace and tranquillity
-how can i escape this mammoth brute
even when aforethought?
‘And perhaps I’d decipher from the
dwells of melancholy’
Let I be, an ardent of true romance, and
enchant love with sparkling eyes,
Glow art and poesy entrancing a
rhythmic melody in seven’s skies
Dire beguiled beauties embraced by
seduction and portentous lust-
Let I be, a rising dormant, glimmer
against my mirthless adventures
That is induced by the thrust in nature’s
pilgrims,
Without sense, – against the heart’s
illusions, just as ‘tis day gone
Allow love’s sword dethrone the
scourged beast, ending its insane miscast
Such that I beseech a potent spell, and
evoke the divine benign I grasp
-But the monster hath nought
decomposed me, for I breathe
amendment,
Sacred to trinity, immersed into the
sweetness of love and romantic
pulsations
A beastly augury
Edelweiss in the high alps
Dear noble white, you’re small yet
warmly wooled
Flowing along the leaves,
Like a tuft among other flowers
Oh, wild high-mountained root
A figure of rugged beauty and purity
you are,
Your dense hair appears in golden
form
Certainly not toxic, but a remedy to
the weak.
In remote areas you tend to be
sporadic,
Like antidote to undefined chronics.
You, the ultimate allure of the Alps
Who endears the love-struck young
men,
Through crags and ledges
In the high Alpine of Eden Europe,
amazingly
You crush them wordlessly
I am aware, of multiple quests made
How many had fallen – succumbed
to exposure.
Nobody seems to hold your key,
The one to crack your weather
codes.
Furnished from heavenly forge, yet
rarely gazed.
So I ask “will you take me as I
stand?â€
“Here as I standâ€
Her enticing bliss
There came a moment I wanna
maneuver mitted thoughts
As I lunged into the charm with her
hand in mine
Her instrumental deodorant was sweet
It pulverized the blasphemy
In her comely eyes I pulsate and bond
As she possess acts of intimacy
vicariously
Filling life with the bliss of mystery
Her ecstasy exult me to the ultimate end
Deep down there, in her eyes the holy
waters burst
Grasping a demure smile as she grovels
me underground
She is my nightingale at night
And my lighting ale whenever I seek a
drink
A ligament that ties my bones together
I am besotted in romance
I beseech God that I see thy face daily
From the hills of my heart, you replenish
me
You repose all my days in celebration
You are the sunshine that cradles my
days
The angel that pushes the dark clouds
away
And the sound you make to my bed, so
rumbustious
It creates scads of harmonies to my ears
Thy enticing rhythmic bliss touches me
Then I quietly stumble my feet in
heaven for a minute
Drowning my very last tears to the
ground
Like summer’s rain, conveying an
unencumbered joy
Akin to that of a child in due fall of snow
She is the bliss in my heart
