You are not the mesmerizing rose
Filled with beauty and charms,
But you are the glorious golden sun
Whose warmth still I could feel in my arms.
You are not the large majestic skies
Spreading over to the eternity,
But you are the omniscient moonlight,
Spreading over ME and my vicinity.
You are not the large undulating ocean,
Rising up to the celestial height,
But you are the rain drenching out,
From soft cocoon of cloud with rainbow light.
You are not the bird flying over highs
Stupendously flapping your wings,
But you are the pretty little butterfly,
Propelling the happiness in swings.
You are not among the heavenly fairies,
Ameliorating the life a dungeon above,
But you are the charismatic wizard,
Giving me panoramic life with your black magic of love.