I told her so…


10/12/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

I felt her warmth was just right,
It was such that you couldn’t let go.
She was my secret delight.
I told her so.

I felt her tears were precious.
That she should know
That her soft demure was a suspense.
I told her so.

Her clinking laugh was beautiful
And It made her glow.
I thought her scar was a trifle.
I told her so.

Her fingers were perfect when
I touched them a while ago.
It was good to count them to ten.
I told her so.

I loved her smile. And her grin
Something I can never let go
She was as good as sin.
I told her so.

She was made for my arms
Wherein she would easily fold.
She was my shooting star.
I told her so.

I loved her grimace
When I kissed her nose.
She was my perfect space.
I told her so.

She was my sip of nectar
And I was her mate for all.
She was my one true protector.
I told her so.

When I saw her soundly sleep
I took to guard her so.
She was one true gaoler’s keep.
I told her so.

My heart beat a double for her
And it tripled when she glowed.
Without her I was a blur.
I told her so.

Without her my life stayed a while
Where it was much before.
It left and returned not to smile.
I’d wished  for so much more…

Siddiqui F.

The first 6 paragraphs was written out of boredom on the 28th of August while the rest I finished on the 10th of December!

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