I still cant correct those features right, whose face i am striving to paint;
I saw her under the mask of the night, her face still very faint.
Her eyes were definitely the home for a silent prayer;
Beauty was in her blood, every inch every layer.
I wish i was the jewel which would tremble in her ear;
Just to clasp those dimples, which were so very dear.
She was the like dew drops falling on still water between cracked walls;
Her dark hair, dense and flowing like any angelic water fall.
I told about my love to the rocks and the trees, whose smile turned daisied into roses;
She wasnt the creation of one but millions of heavenly forces.
After a thousand sunsets, i saw a girl so beautiful like the moon;
That night when i met her, December turned into June.
She was like the petals which had blown from the roses to fall on to the grass;
God Thank, now that my name is spelled next to her first name in golden brass.
I still cant correct those features right, whose face i am striving to paint;
I am married now for half a decade, her face still very faint.
Question : Book IX of Wordsworth's THE PRELUDE contains the exhortation: Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive...............
Answer : But to be young was very heaven.. Amen
