I am missing her
Though we have never met
face to face is
one of the mysteries of our birth.
When will I behold the lovely silhouette?
Wish to lock my eyes with her?
When could I gaze upon
the iron princess that charms me most?
Pining to be with her
As I ponder daily on her shyness;
For she belongs to my destiny
No words could define it.
I want to impart to her,
Good vibes and the luxury of
laughter and delightful
moments with this maiden.
Oh You, Yes You
The woman that I wish
to just tenderly recline
beside you,
And in solitude
Unclose the annals
as I narrate to you
the mysteries
of the universe.
Mysterious like the woman in you.
Copyright: Eden S. Trinidad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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