What a woman She would be?
Deep lynx eyes,
Innocence portrayed, knowing too.
Eyes that see all, set me afire,
Afire with passion, scorching,
Searing to be all around her.
Tossing her thick raven tresses
With nonchalance and carelessness
Only endearing a lot more.

Clear cal and alight with mirth, always
Her face greets every other with warmth,
Warmth from a distance, a thing I like.
Divinely honest and stunningly smart,
With looks to match,
What a woman She would be?

More than the desire of being with her,
Exists a fear of getting her.
Telling me, better the way it is than to know,
What a woman she could be
And lose her then.

PS: For Romi a small tribute.