The great depression,
Won't have been,
Had the world had seen,
How mesmerized I have been.
Seeing The valley of dimples,that deepens
as you smile,
The cute face that pens,
The glories of your style.
I read them as legends,
To be read through the history,
The beauty of those dimples,
Still remains a mystery.
But I try, I try to decipher what they are,
But I feel, even the moon would ask a star!
Oh my God!What a wonder you are?
But the questions are always asked,
And the Answers, are always masked,
But this isn't a science to study,
Just a feature of this beautiful human body,
Anatomy might find it useless,
But the one who sees,It is God's grace,
The beauty of a smile on your face,
Gets multiplied in infinite ways,
By nothing but your valley of dimples.
As I stand beside and watch!The fire of love kindles!
Lighting my hearts of desire, it dwindles,
But I still hold myself and look at the stills,
I keep on looking, and it always thrills,
Thrills me with beauty, thrills me with sighs,
Relief seems to rise, & stress eventually dies,
Dies In the serenity of those silent valleys,
But I am still trying,
Trying to find some anomalies.
But I fail as I try,
So perfect, I ask,How and Why?
I guess, I would die,
Before any answer comes by,
So I try, I try, I try,
For the beautiful valleys of your dimples, I cry!
Cry for being the witness,
Of serenity In these gloomy days,
I pray they stay as they are,
Throughout the days..
For Forever and forever as it stays.