To a flower
You are the fragrance
And for poetry
You are the refrain  

Something left from a dream        
Has taken time in place        
And the Now is only your face        
like a sea before my eyes

Your beauty overflowed my thoughts      
And wrecked my sails  

And then, I look at you.        
Big dark eyes, from Arabian Nights        
Serenading Muashahat of halcyon glories        
knights and queens love adventures        
Love and sacrifice, and still your eyes        
hold undeciphered  charms, that        
I have yet to decode.

Every spot, every speck is a whole in all its integrity        
Your arched eyebrows have traced, a perfect bow        
And trimmed it with painstaking care and genius hands        
No wisp of hair was left out of the range.        
was left out at random hands to alter its beauty.

And the black hair that droops loosely        
Upon your shoulders        
And down to your hips where        
it lands gently in warm lap. ''I just imagine        
It with a wish this might happen...''  

Lines like an intricate Arabesque of a human design          
intertwined fibers not tangled in chaotic hustle        
or weaved with awkward beginners.        
Classy and tactfully polished...

Then you smile with lips lightly pressed        
A mildly stressed corner of the thin sweet lips        
Shyly giving a hint of discretion        
A sign of reserve and self-containment.        
It's what makes the beholder get willing        
For a curious inspection, and poetic research.

You look heavenly serene and blissfully Zen        
No care, no stress ever can a poet discern in all your lines        
You gently wave like the ebb and flow        
Of a Summer calm sea,        
At even's quiet moments, you take my eyes        
Silently, as I sink blindly into your deep      
   
" I have written this poem of my own accord,"