At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
submerging in a pool of uncontrollable emotions.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Penned down emotions @ 10:08 PM

Love

Soft, silky caramel hair
She carefully tucks it behind her ear
Letting it flow down to the side
Gentle as a deer

The color of her hair shines
Yet, hidden beneath her crimson beret
There she sat, with skin so fair
An open, vulnerable prey

A soft, navy scarf around her neck
On a stretchable black, turtleneck top
A tiny, bright glow from her finger
A sign of wealth

With soft, yet bold cerulean eyes
She gazed at the little ones
A smile that froze the skies
Draws all creations' attention

She stands up gracefully
Stretches out her long, slender arms
Slowly bending her knees
She embraced the unloved and lost.

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