To My Inseparable

To My Inseparable - 3

I can feel the same breeze that caresses you,

I can taste the same sugar you eat,
I can feel the warmth of the same sunlight you see,
I can smell the same flower in your hair,
You are always near to me, no matter where I go,
All because of the Magic of Love that binds us.

Love that is eternal, from the times unknown,
Giving meaning to Love, that is ever-present.
When Love was born, it was confused about what it was,
Until it found you smiling at me.
When Joy was born, it was not happy,
Until you touched it with your little cute fingers.
When care was born, it did not know what it meant,
Until it saw your love, gleaming in your eyes.

Love in your heart is beautiful like the mist,
That shines like a pearl when touched by sunlight.
Femininity got the meaning from you,
The moment it saw you standing next to me.
The beauty of Love is the most beautiful of all,
You are my Love, oh you pretty one!

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To My Dream Girl - 4

You are the zenith of beauty, the Gods admire, You give beauty a chance for it to express itself, In its most magnificent form with extravagancy, To be admired by the whole creation of God, Standing tall with your feminity incomparable, To any of the meticulously crafted nature’s beauty. Words are poems, if you begin to speak of them, Sounds are music, if you begin to whistle it, Scribblings are paintings, if you begin to draw them, Footsteps are art, if you begin to walk on them, Movements are dance, if you begin to perform it, You are the essence of love if you begin to feel for it. The world stands still, when you look at it with love, With parrots and hummingbirds, singing your beauty, In the gardens of my palace, sculptured with fine art, Depicting your past times, while you are awake, And the dreams you get, while you are asleep, And all the beautiful moments in between. You are the words in my odes of love, You are the melody in the sounds I hear, You are the picturesque art in ...

To the Heavenly Beauty - 4

Radha, Embodiment of joy and laughter, decorating Krishna With her pretty looks and mischievous grin, even heaven celebrates. Love is all Krishna has for Radha, giving meaning to love itself, Ties of togetherness, in Heaven, Earth and Beyond, At the times of dawn, dusk, and in a state timeless, Telling tales of eternal love and bond, of divine beauty. Radha, the pretty one, Krishna always contemplates, In divine past times of Vrindavan, where birds chirp at, Radha’s names, to call Krishna, to get His attention. It’s only by Radha’s names, Krishna listens, Even to the melodies of beautiful songs, or on odes of nature And its scintillating beauty, As none is as captivating as Radha herself. When love was born, it stared at Radha’s eyes, when it saw Krishna there, it was confused who was more luckier, Whether it is Love, Radha, or Krishna himself. Love said it’s me, Radha said it’s me, Krishna finally said it’s Us, bond made in heaven, Even words can’t separate us, how come lov...

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