For You

String of pearls, hug her nape
Freya zingers, as she comes down the stairs
In the attire of the lady I’m entrap
Beauty beyond thoughts, wonder Clare

 Alluring sensation, so divine and pure
Garnished with a smile, that’s majestic and grand
To a sorrowing heart, her touch is a cure
In the nest of my  heart, she soberly land

Apparel structured as never before
Soothes the soul as a flying thistledown does
Moon beholds, moonlight adores
Pleasant art of God, admires Greuze

For a speck of her glimpse, angels compete
as the time ascend, louder she glares
To stay with her the winds sleet
beauty of her charm, inexpressible for trou-vere


Like a silent devotee, I owe to you

To this materialistic world I bid adieu