The Language of love ( A trilogy of romantic poems)

1- Mermaid of Night

The stars are piercing the darkness that hung.

In her bed so cozy, sleeps a princess so young.

Looking at her, so said an angel’s tongue.

She’s like de prettiest song that was ever sung.

 

Sleeping on her back with an arm a little folded,

She looked as a carving that took time to get moulded.

The strands of hair falling over her face,

Made the moon jealous of her fascinating grace.

 

An air of innocence hovered where she lay,

As the wise and experienced always say,

That the beauty of face is a temporary play,

And tis the purity of heart that forever stay.

 

Her lips twitched a little and broke into a smile,

For something like that, one could walk a thousand mile,

Just then she turned and her arm she lifted,

Embracing her pillow like a possession she was gifted.

 

Her serenity, her aura and the softness of her touch,

Did prove for the night a bearing too much.

For the darkness was lifting and stars said goodbye,

And someone painted the horizon with a crimson colored dye.

 

Slowly she wriggled and opened her eyes,

And the day too did waken with an exotic sunrise.

As she did stretch, she looked charming and bright.

The sun with the princess made a worth capturing sight.

2- The Girl in Blue

 

The world has never been a lonely place,

Its full of people, both pawn or ace.

Rare does it happen that we remember a face,

And fall head over heels for its beauty and grace.

 

Dressed in blue,

Oh when I looked at you,

I swear to God it was a magnificent view.

And it seemed, that you’d oh girl, I always knew.

 

I saw your pretty face,

In a crowded place,

To walk or to move there was no space.

 

You bumped into me and nonchalantly said sorry,

But someone in my heart said, it was you I should marry.

Your simplicity and yet a voice so airy,

Made you look like the cutest blueberry.

 

Your long black hair falling over your eyes,

Were trying to hide from me, the most beautiful sight.

You spoke without talking and there were no lies,

More than a human you looked a goddess in disguise.

 

Oh girl in blue,

Though I may never meet you,

But you made me realize something I never knew,

That the existence of angels is a fact so true.

3- The Beauty of Love

The night was fading, the day was young.

From their cozy beds, few heads had sprung.

The rays of the sun seemed young and growing,

A scintillating aura they were bestowing.

 

As I wriggled and yawned and opened my eyes,

My vision was greeted by a marvelous sight.

There she lay my beautiful, sweet maiden,

The cuteness of her serenity so mesmerizingly laden.

 

Using my arm as a rest for her face,

She beemed of innocence with a child like grace.

Shifting a little to comfort herself more,

She embraced my body with all the passion she bore.

 

My hand I curled to support the sleeping beauty,

For comforting n loving her was not a mere duty.

I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck,

Not resisting my feelings, gave her forehead a peck.

 

Stroking her head and running my finger through her hair,

I thanked the eternal grace for making us a pair.

Stretching her arm, she gave an alluring moan,

And soon I was wished morning with the sexiest of tone.

 

The stars were long dead and the sun was shining bright,

I raised my hand to block the gleaming sunlight.

It was then that my princess, my newly wedded wife,

Opened and looked at me with her fascinating brown eyes.

 

My heart skipped a beat and to her I surrendered.

As my heart she had again manage to plunder.

Fascinating she was, a jaw dropping beauty,

I had fallen again in love with my mesmerizing cutie.

 

Realizing my condition n judging my case,

She laughed a little n kissed my face.

Embracing each other felt like a boon,

For we were enjoying every moment of our first day at honeymoon.
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