She and her kisses

She and her kisses

It was Saturday afternoon,
The Summer Sun shone bright,
And there she was as usual basking in the casual moments of the noon,
While I stood there looking at her beautiful face in the Summer light,
She turned sideways and sometimes I could only see her back,
And as her locks of hair descended downwards from her shoulders,
I could witness in the daylight the magic of the beautiful black,
It was a beautiful sight for all heavenly and earthly beholders,
To see her splendor of beauty humble the Summer light,
And what made her even more beautiful was her ignorance of this fact,
That she was brighter than the summer light and during the night she was the envy of moonlight,
And with time she seemed to have a secret pact,
For the afternoon sun had now set behind the horizon of dusk,
But she and her beauty were still embalmed by a mysterious eternal light,
That charged at the keeper of time like the ferocious tusk,
And guarded her beauty like the most devout knight,
When she finally stood up and left the place,
I followed the trail of her scent, her shadows and her feet,
And there I saw her enter a grand palace of grace,
The residence of beautiful innocence made radiant by acts of kindness that nothing can defeat,
Because time and beauty are the gatekeepers of this place,
Where she sleeps and renews her youth, her charms and her sensitive acts of tenderness,
Then in a moment she vanishes behind the veil of sleep without leaving any trace,
On the fleeting moments of time, so nobody knows how she attains this beautiful grace of absolute calmness,
Maybe it is her ability to look at men and women differently,
For no matter who she comes across she greets them genuinely,
And offers them a smile of kindness fondly,
And it is these acts, small insignificant acts of kindness that flash on her face so beautifully,
That is why I love her, even if it means looking at her from the distance,
Because I seek not that smile of kindness that she offers to all,
I love to be with her and feel that secret romance,
That has enslaved time to her commands and makes her the most beautiful woman of all,
Someday when the sun has set and the moonlight is bright,
And she travels in her dreams into the kingdom of time and eternity,
There I shall be her dream, to be so then every night,
And then that is what I shall love to be her and my eternity,
Where she kisses me,
And we lie cocooned in the shell of love,
With time winding its silk strings around me,
As she kisses me like the rain drops of love,
Then as the silk cocoon of time preserves us both,
I shall confess to her, under the afternoon Sun,
That for her I was the moth,
That died a billion times just to let her face, be the beauty’s eternal Sun,
So she owes me a moment of love, with a billion kisses,
And as she agrees we both shall sleep in the cocoon of time together,
Nothing to separate us, not even light, we shall then grow as a grand feeling of love thriving on kisses,
And grow in the cocoon of eternal time where love and kisses shall be the only weather.