Floating Not Walking

When the eyes first met,

A smile appeared on earth,

Sheer existence, a blessed manifestation;

I sense intelligence,

As I dreamt, risking negligence.

A pretty girl always pleasing to the eyes,

It is not a surprise she’s always in the want,

But until you get to know hearts,

All are superficial and one dimensional.

Hungry I am to confine in her,

The creature in the chest blazes like a night forest on fire,

Hoping to get close and feel your heat within mine,

Now enjoined resulting into a great sign,

Rest of the world will not determine,

The two souls hath combine.

Girls deciphered as soon as they’re seen,

Not stupid, you guys aren’t tough to read.

She however is unlike—yet radiates in light,

Pure kindness and tolerance,

Men all welcome with obedience.

Gentle and tender, my mind speaks of her

Optimistic in trial even mistrials,

Such are the effects,

When dreams escalate,

It turns reality into a façade.

The princesses and the queens should not take this to heart,

It is too late to remove the creatures settling in your heart,

The girl in my dreams however possesses a pure heart,

Such is the dreamer, who has thee in his art,

Who has lost and depart,

Who is of no use when split up.