The Baby Queen
Like an angel from paradise you came
In my dream - I believed that to be true,
Like a princess you graced up on me
The realism was out of true.
I walked to you like my destiny famed
With your shadow beholden for obstacles unknown,
I traveled along mirthfully
With mind's eye of your presence alone.
You versed me the sonnet
With my choired essence from heart and soul,
You rhymed the lines with your agape love
With my odes poetized from esteem and parole.
You heeled with that dance
With my arms over your slender waist,
You balled to me apace
and softly impinged on me abreast.
You dallied with your innocence
With my veiled childhood those were lost erstwhile,
You bellylaughed with your essence
With my hogwash talk and smile.
You came like an angel and graced like a princess
In my dream - I believe that to be true,
The realism that I wish for
You are my baby queen and is not out of true.
Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2011
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