I jotted over every frame,and about darkness and light,
Playing with words,revering your thoughts turned out to be delight.
Starting from sun to the moon and starts.
To your smiles ,wonder ,charm and scars.
Over the clouds to the rainbows and its disparate hue,
Hardly had I left anything while writing for you.
Nothings seems more pleasant over describing your trait,
Just a flow,and some words is all that my pen awaits.
All that I wrote seemed bedazling and surreal,
And the astonishing fact was,you stood real !
I gave my all to narrate in the best of way,
Yet you are way more precious that I could ever say.