In the darkness of the night
In the light of the moon
Her face brightens up
With a smile on her face
for which one would be ready
to travel miles and miles
Just to see her smile.

As smooth as water
flows through every surface
Her strides are beautiful
and well timed.

The first drops of rainfall
on her cheeks looks like
water drops on the ever green
grass after the early morning fog.

Her hands so tender
Her hair so silky
Her cheeks so gentle
By God! She really is a
possession for which one would be
ready to forsake his life.

Her presence itself seem
to carry a fragrance…
a fragrance of peace and beauty
A fragrance that makes one
forget himself and his surrounding.

As she walks away her scent seems to
linger in the subconscious memories
Only later may one notice its absence
and feel the pain of her absence.