When I see his face
Every time, I see his face,
My pen wakes up and pours grace.
Twinkling droplets, fall down his eyes,
Sprinkle tenderness, when his brows rise.
Lips taste like caramel, seem like an art,
Drawn with perfection, a glimpse, conquers the heart.
The aura reflected, is enough to steal the day,
Stream of positivity flows, in an undefined way.
Strands of hair drop on forehead, in the most splendid form,
A perfect masterpiece, defying all norms.
Indeed, he is, the most beautiful of all I’ve read till date,
I’m thankful to feel him, as a result of a blissful fate.