Yesterday I saw her, with that kohl in her eyes, and words flowed like never before.
Here is my modest attempt at poetry.
Listen to me
O belle kohl-eyed!
Thou beauty an artist's rendition
The god's own work of precision
A fair play of beauty and charm
A balanced display
Of satiation and ambition...
A breeze of innocence
A blossom of love
A storm of courage
Of peace, a dove...
Through days uncounted
Through nights undated
Through sighs unheard
Through pains unabated...
I wait for you..
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