A name that fits, as if made especially for you
Slender, white, exquisite
Filled with wondrous beauty
And a smile that could out-burn
The scorching stars that dust a midnight canvas
Your eyes seem to mirror the serene morning sky in summer
Not a cloud in sight, just endless blue splendour
The impish glint of sunlight that could be found gracing a river-surface
Dwells within the magnificent blue
And dwelling within my very being
Is the bud of a fragile rose of scarlet red
Inert until the day that my eyes locked with your's
And since, it's as if the sunlight of your endless grace has been willing it to blossom
I hope that someday this delicate rose will be within your hands
The thorns still intact to remind you that not all is sweet and fragrant
The beauty of two flowers combined...
