Some day I will love myself
As I love the sky.
With its gorgeous sea of sapphire,
And with its darkest of gloomy greys.
With its each passing season,
And with its ever altering shade.
With its fragile feathery golden
Which dawn brings, quiet and shy,
And with its gently fading into blackness,
When sun kisses her goodbye.
With its azure, shining and stretching,
Calm and clear as crystalline blue.
And with its fog blurring into distance,
Indecipherable what is and isn't true.
With its form bathed in warm honey,
Or its donning precious jewels sparkling,
In the centre of which the orb of night gleams,
While rest of the world sleeps.
And with its soft cushions of plush cotton,
Morphing in a variety of curious shapes,
Adding to its existing mystery.
With its rarest of possessions,
Of rainbows and shooting stars,
Of Auroras and meteor showers,
Of eclipses and thunder-lightenings,
Of halos and supermoons.
And yet with its canvas vacant
Appears just as lovely, even more so,
As the mind's eye can now visualize
An art yet to take it's form,
A dream yet to be realized.
When stripped off of all her ornaments,
I see her as she is, mystical and boundless,
And still however perfectly whole.
As my regard unconditional,
Springs from her timeless enigma,
Enchanting hearts and souls.
From its magic, limitless and unknown,
But mostly from her fortitude that remains
Unending, undying and ever expanding.
Just as my fondness for her goes,
Undiminished, imperishable and enhancing.
And one day when I see myself ,
I hope my eyes will light up,
As they do every time
They find her.
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Poetry"Sometimes I wonder If this is how it's supposed to be Can I make a choice ? Or is it all meant to be?"...
