The sparkling glass
encircling my wrist.
Breath life and
quivers with charm,
Dispelling darkness,
they enlighten a mist.
In silence they dangle,
at the mouth of my arm.
Exuberant shades,
striking the vitals of my wall.
Cements a devoted bond,
with my femininity.
The tantalizing tingles,
nurture a call.
Proclaiming this to be
my indispensable amenity.
The magical tone ,
magnetizing my mate
Is the ethical language,
of my Ineffable mind.
Being beautiful,
is her only trait.
Ornate without her
is surely pined.
Illuminating a sheen
with vanishing forms,
I heard her tingles
rendering a shadow.
I muse however,
If it is her norm,
To shower,
Mystical myrtles,
over a meadow.
Bangles!!!Bangles!!!
How I wonder,
Does she spangle?
Yes, she does all.
Does she dangle?
No ,she dances!!!
CCK
