I ask myself every day,
What makes you so special?
And, it is because I realised,
The words I write about you,
In my mind,
The thoughts I have about you,
In my heart,
Arise even before a sunrise.

A simple thought about you,
Is enough to kindle,
A dimple in me,
Like how a delightful smile pops up,
At the mere mention,
Of chocolates to a child.

I can't contemplate anytime barely,
A beauty unlike you anywhere rarely.

You rescued me,
In my existence,
By letting me forever,
Drown in your eyes.

Why do I think you're rare?
Well, when you talk,
My heart listens.

You're not an object,
And, yet you are,
Like a magnet,
With a strong force of attraction.

What I admire the most in you,
What I celebrate utmost about you,
Is your embodiment of freedom.

You,
Me,
And, in between are,
My dreams,
About us.

Is it a crime,
At any time,
To steal your smile,
With my kisses,
To make you mine,
And, forever my missus.

What is poetry?
Talking with a woman like you.