shreya.

long black hair, a gentle curl
her big brown eyes consume the world
deeply intriguing yet so at ease
her wistful words are like the breeze
that carry her dreams that cease to amaze
the untouched hearts and set ablaze
the fire within her sensical soul
that never ceases to capure whole
the enitre world that dares to glance
and surrender to her enticing dance
of mystical india and secret kisses
and lovers and of broken wishes

her laugher lifts like morning sun
and consumes the dark until there's none
she brightens days with beauty and grace
and leaves a smile on an untouched face
like the first flower on springs first day
she warms a room like an orange bouquet

there would be no world without her smile
no one to stand by me in test and trial
no sunshine here to light the days
if she weren't here to always amaze
the rest of the world that can't understand
that compared to her, they're a grain of sand
because nobody can come even close
to the girl who has given of herself the most

forever her smile, forever her grace
forever her laugher, forever her face
forever her sunshine, so dear to me
forever and ever, she'll be my shree.