It was countless nights ago in the kingdom of my despair,
When a seraph descended & bewitched my soul’s poetic gland.
She healed my broken thoughts, that I couldn’t repair
Whilst she smiled at me & gently held my hand.
On that shattered night towards me she was kind,
As she patiently heard & quelled my silent screams.
While there was a war in my mind
She made me rise, while breathing life into my dying dreams.
She touched my soul’s bleeding scars,
& filled them with love, as tears ran down my face.
In that moment, my spirit out-shined a million stars
For she made me feel, that I wasn’t a disgrace.
She was intrigued by my melancholic madness
As she noticed how I subliminally bled in my rhymes.
With her reassuring presence she drained out my sadness
While being my pillar of strength amidst tough times.
I feel she’s the fragrance of my purest prayers
For our bond is like a blessing from the heavens above.
She never abandons me even in my darkest nightmares
& her every aspect I helplessly adore & love.
She truly is my poetry in motion
& sometimes I marvel her with no words to say.
For her grace streams like an ever-flowing ocean
& she completes me in her own way.
This poem is inspired by the birthday of a dear friend. But being an otherwise introvert person, I’m not the best when it comes to verbally say or call/text regularly state how important she is to me. So I wrote this poem as a way of expressing what she truly means to me. If you liked this post, then I humbly request you to like, comment & follow my blog.
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