Her mystical smile embraces my thoughts like a snowflake in the wind melting away with time.
She sits upon my mind like I sit upon a mountain of beauty viewing life and seasons hoping she will drink with me from the cup of love.
Her beauty is like the sunrise - each gives light to the earth - and her voice like sweet music between midnight and dawn…soothing a tearful infant in discomfort.
She is supremely talented in kindness and her persona is one that cannot be compared with any other woman born from her culture.
Enslaved in a spiritual trance, I find myself in the wilderness of her aromatic fragrance, which keeps me caged within my own thoughts and like poetic expressions written upon the beautiful winds of India, I see the manifestations of her enchanted beauty.
She is the goddess of my thoughts and the prayers that fill my nights with wholesome silence.
What I feel for her cannot speak with the flow of an ordinary pen upon paper.
Instead, my feelings represent the dialogue of a precious love that she can never hear but will always feel…upon the beautiful winds of India.*Image from here