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Gabriella

Gabriella,

Like an artist, i have drawn an image
Of you, sitting beside my heart..
Your tender smile, takes me on a voyage..
To sea's, lost beyond the nile..

Time stops, and seasons remain
Trapped in the ambience of your grace and charm.
My heartbeats flickers, stutters, then whispers..
rhythms of bliss, when you held my hands..

You, made in the semblance of a goddess..
A princess, with eyez piercing like a spear..
You, a star, on whose path, are diamonds of glory..
Glittering with beauty forged in flames of care..

I will engineer my thoughts like the architect.
Make them immune to your cute and loving smile..
Make my thoughts sit beside your mind..
And cuddle your fears with palms of my care..

I will structure my thoughts to think less, feel more..
Discipline my spirit to sleep in your eyez..
Open my heart to this source of inspiration..
That makes me flutter in the congregation of fireflies...

From my heart have i spoken..
From my soul.. Have i written this token..
Open your heart, feel the winds..
Gushing like torrents of rain into your spirit..

Hear the rustle of leaves singing
the orchestra of quietude
In the city of daydreams..
Hear your heart singing with the angels..
Hymns of love inscribed on cupid's wings

Upon embers of sweet silence..
Currents of affections flows through my veins..
Connected to series of batteries recharged in pain..
I pray not to be caught in this wave, never again..

As the tritones of your beauty..
Sings in my dreams..
Making men of wits..
Loose all sense of reasoning...

Danny El Copyright 2014

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