In her name..

Sweet, lovely;

Magician in anyone's eyes.

Simple, yet charming;
Her face depicts a realm.
A witness, of the sun so glowing;
Fulfilling the insatiable appetite in a sum.

Providing solace,
Mark of the heavenly words.
Flattery or rebellion it you say,
Friendship I call it of birds.

Sits this girl,
Like a blossom,
To the air that does whirl,
Her hair, undone and curl.

Walks this girl,
With the freedom,
In the sands, that do hurl.
Even in the thunderstorm,
Life is a joy in the struggle.

You call it sorrow,
Her face goes pale,
Within that feeling she borrows,
Fairness all hail;
Forgets she that trough,
When it comes to face the glow.

Responsible nature of her,
Her affection is alike a pearl.

When I had a fight with my beloved,
She came as a hope, to my courage.
It was a rainy day, when she;
Tied with us, the emotion of bonhomie.

Stars could be regarded as maniac,
When being funny,
We found merriment to glare at the stack.

Whatever becomes of today,
Or for that matter tomorrow,
Her dreams and nature shall portray,
The pleasant days, the days of snow.

I waitest, to conceal the every moment,
In her friendship, I have no worry;
To nurture what becomes of these feelings,
Every segment;
It does clear every thoughtful slurry,
For only the beauty of our relationship of trust,
Rallies across the unsaid words..