I love the beauty that flows so effortlessly
through her-
To my dumb eyes,
Like Leaves of maple tree she occurs!

She has a unique purple aroma,
Flesh and blood sketch of desdemona!

I day dream about her
Standing right at my door
I inhale her skin's elegance
It feels so green
Like those Latin rainforests!
Countenance as pure as dawn's first dew.
Has she any clue
about my pitiful existence yet?

Her branches keep growing within my helpless heart-
Her soft petals are all over my century old desert.
I just keep breathing
In this never ending---futile quest for her.

© Subhajit