HER

I’m here to unbosom myself
With all exuberance and zeal
What’s lately on my mind I’ll tell
Her dial and statuesque appeal —
A girlish sparkle in her eyes
And wits she carries on her sleeves
The incandescent joy she has
For things a person barely seeks —

To show you all a finer sketch
I’ll paint a sleek and modest face
To your surprise, quite sure to etch
A strong image of pastel grace
What else you want? To tell you more —
The shrill, euphonic voice so sweet
And I’m no connoisseur I know
For me, she hits Soprano C

You say I’m young and yet to learn
That everything’s replaceable
Well what to build and what to burn
My patience knows what’s favourable
Amidst this mess, I see no loss
Her beauty is my only home
The goodwill that she keeps alive —
A thought of her lives evermore