Beauty was a mystifying term
Until you walked into my life;
Amidst the arena of mist and fog
I saw a canopy of ambrosial sunshine.
My soul recognized you
Your soul recognized mine;
Amidst the soft rustle of leaves
The murmuring sigh of moon.
Beauty were the souvenirs
That you wrapped me up with;
In the limited days
When you were by my side.
Friend! Separation won't make me grieve
As long as your gifts are with me;
Delectable memories, occult wisdom
And profound conversations that changed me.
Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Beauty