Credit: optical-illusions.in
She floats like the ether in the wind
A lost and forgotten sound from a charming string
Voice of a violin, breaking all silence
Exquisite, precious like time
Her beauty is of the essence
My words I can’t say
In her sight I’m lost
To oblivion I sway
Eyes glow, lips glitter
She’s the pearl type; my desire craves for her glimmer
She’s a true lie, or may be am a dreamer
On a page or a sheet
Never felt love so tender and sweet
She’s a collection of beautiful jade
Knitting my heart, slowly she made
A beauty so close to hold
She’s my illusion
My story that was never told
