"HER SMILE"

Into the Poem:
This is one of a short poem, a kind of introduction to a girl's smile.
The poem describes my thoughts and ascetic feelings about her lovely rare smile.
Have a read!

I can't create the saddest lines tonight,
to scratch my empty heart off a needle's edge,
As my mind has skipped the duty of disgust.
It is so that I'm lost,
Lost in the valley of her bubbly smile.


My trifling heart slips a beat,
For my eyes that eclipse the glamor of pink,
It'd the pink of the lips of her snowy face,
That behest my neck a risky turn.


Her smile's alike a purple flapping rose,
That swim hugging the claws of the wind,

Her glasses sparkle the shine of white,

As if a lighted water drop swifting down her rosy cheek.


Her cheeks floor the stripping butterfly,
Whose wings are like her thumping lips,
The lips that adore the crown of smile,
Polish my soul for the next festal mile.


Hers smile's enough for burning a poet's thought,
Is she the goddess of shrine of joy?
Whatever she is, Whatever she was,
I would love imbibing her innate cause.