BELOVED poem

BELOVED

I could feel the warmth within me,

If hotness hails nears me.

I’ll whip the west to rise the sun,

If you think it is fun.

The december's dream came true,

When I first encountered you.

I rubbed my eyes to gaze the beauty,

Where my mind relinquished tranquility.

Her coloured hair and complexion fair,

Is as soft as her heart.

Those killing eyes and spicy voice,

Makes me to rejoice.

My mind seeks for your friendship,

But heart hustles for love.

I know that, that yours’ is adolescent,

But heart is always innocent.

-A.Anish