Protected and precious, your dad’s favourite daughter
Soughed and sensuous, you’re a real manslaughter.

With your thoughts, one would prefer to be a fool
Than to forget you, and lead a life very cool.

Your absence makes a famine where abundance lies
Reminding, there’s only one and not many skies.

When in one’s mind’s eye they see your grace
Even rainbows and white clouds retire with a swooned face
A reason, this could be, for them leaving no trace.

In my world the moon daily beams
Bringing just not light but ephemeral dreams
Where rays full of your face always gleams
Enticing me into enigmatic extremes.

Secretly wish to write you an ode
An earnest hearted man’s bode.

Thanks again I say
For coming my way.