10-12-2007 A.D.
I was a painter trying to flee from my plight.
My life was a lonely canvas in pristine white.
And then she walked into it with her hues
Straddling it fully with the most vivid views.
Motley trees with leaves, both ocher and green,
Skies strewn with clouds - afloat and serene,
Nimble fawns gaily hopping from tree to tree,
As if she had already contrived to beguile me.
Amidst them all with the gossamer veil lifted
She stood there all by herself - a lady gifted.
I stood in awe at this ethereal beauty - to hail
Whom even the best bards' verses would fail.
In front of this angel from heavens, I bob
For she descended there to emblazon my daub.
My life was a lonely canvas in pristine white.
And then she walked into it with her hues
Straddling it fully with the most vivid views.
Motley trees with leaves, both ocher and green,
Skies strewn with clouds - afloat and serene,
Nimble fawns gaily hopping from tree to tree,
As if she had already contrived to beguile me.
Amidst them all with the gossamer veil lifted
She stood there all by herself - a lady gifted.
I stood in awe at this ethereal beauty - to hail
Whom even the best bards' verses would fail.
In front of this angel from heavens, I bob
For she descended there to emblazon my daub.
Note: Thank you for the inspiration. Also thanks Radio Mirchi 98.3 FM for the reminder.
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