There she was; waiting in layers of delight,
while moving clockwise.
This smile hidden deep behind her agony
as she shows me the world in her eyes.
She glooms and praises her love,
while lost in translation she speaks for the skies.
She spoke in tussle
as her lips whispered;
“Take me home, as I await the truth of the wise.”
I am in touch with her agony
as I resend her pain likewise.
Let us not dismantle
as we wait for the time of sunrise.
as she belongs to our hearts
we shall arise.