An Expression

A sweet melody

in my heart;

She is a boundless dream,

a free man's art.

This girl; in my life,

makes my spirits rise;

Her cherubic face-

her smiling eyes;

I never incurred,

my heart had turned fragile;

a girl simple yet perfect-

a thought of her: like a fool I'd smile.

Not love! It isn't all that this could be-

to me, love has been a mere word;

A hyperbole much splendored,

reality never heard.

All I know, she is a symphony,

that soothes my ears;

Like tulips for the sick;,

a flip-side to all pain and tears.

My heart choses to;

and my mind takes respite,

The air spreads her fragrance,

and these nights are bright.

She is a reality;

the golden bird's grace in a human,

The way she makes me feel;

Waiting for the sun.

Is it that too secluded,

my emotions, I keep in store;

Or is it right not to express,

and let love open the door?

When it comes to love, humans act selfish,

with her, I don't want to be;

Where does this road go;

Being nothing or a young love as I see?

For in the darkest hours

her face from the vivid memories shines;

In the strong imagery I drown,

in her aura that binds.

I dream,

and wish I'd never be awake,

Lost in solace,

around her a comfortable abode I make.

Or in the wilderness,

where Nature's music plays;

and the purity in the virtue that compares-

For eternal is the love that stays.

I feel her,

besotted; I am indeed-

My desire, I'd cherish her,

In turn my craze she'd heed!

Although Time heals, as they might say;

the way under the sun colors would fade,

Life is what she does mean to me;

As much would it cost: if my happiness I grade.

Or I'd rather find truth in reality,

We'll find our wisdom, and my muse she shall be-

To make me nothing I'm not,

and everything that is me.