Look! She is the queen of my dream,
a dextrously painted theme,
To those Golden beams, She’s the gleam,
feeling supreme, feeling supreme
She rides on those butterfly wings,
And as a lil cuckoo she sings,
On blosoms of spring she swings,
As the moon pings, as the moon pings
She’s my each morning sunlight,
And also the moon of my every night,
I wish to bun her goldilocks tight,
My heart’s delight, My heart’s delight
She’s the rhythm of my harp’s tune,
mystically scented floral perfume,
My most precious angelic boon,
My silk cocoon, my silk cocoon
Blosoms of spring become her gown,
She breathes in life, to world unknown,
I wish she ascends my heart’s thrown,
With a crown, with a crown….
She is definitely my soul’s eve,
Hope she doesn’t ever leave,
The counters of my heart’s sleeve,
I Just belive, I Just believe…
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This is the Monotetra of Beauty in Dreams
© SriSudha K
Naa Prapancham,My World... 
“She’s the rhythm of my heart’s tune” I like that 🙂
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Thanks Jane
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Wow, it’s very very poetic.
You are becoming another Keats
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akka anta ledu….Its Just that I’m experimenting different forms of Poetry
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