An ode to Shimla

@Shimla Academy

On this lazy and hazy Sunday morning,

I see you wrapped in colors so beautiful and enchanting.

I take your breath inside of me, for your deep sighs and

the ever-changing expressive eyes are melting the ice inside of me.

I want to hold you closer, for I know you are too deep to be understood in just an encounter.

I want to experience your mornings, you appear so fresh then,

but never to miss your evenings for you are equally playful then.

So let me confess, I have fallen for you,

for seldom one may come across someone, so beautiful and true like you.

Thee know we all make mistakes, some just happen, but some are there to be endeared.

So please understand even if it doesn't appear, for I being me it's always hard to convey the deepest inhibitions.

But on this lazy and hazy Sunday morning, I have to confess you got me talking.

The touch of your slender fingers caressing my hair, the deep gaze of your eyes has touched something unknown inside me,

My mistakes my imperfections now seem a reflection of the very soul so human

To know thy beauty is in thou imperfections,

and the graceful ways of your expression.

To witness a mural so natural and enchanting. 

For I thank thee my dear to make me understand

how simple it is to keep it simple,

that beauty is so individual, each having her own form and expression.

Imperfections are now what I look to adore, a view into the heart and the untouched soul.

I thank thee for pushing my hand into writing these vows in this lazy and hazy Sunday morning.
               
                                                                      

@Shimla