My Angel

Those serene oceans glitter as she glares at me

I couldn’t ever wet my hands on that milky sparkle.

Hunger in those eyes runs its fingers through my hair

Her eyes burned my heart into a mighty flare.

Her thin lips await me to a whispering thought

I’m frozen for years for the touch that I fought.

Glory me to earn her a dust, my sudden lust

Due that steamy sweat on my brow when I saw her first.

Curve of that nose in touch with that eminent air

Favored been thy air, I don’t think it is fair.

So honored she’s to me and I’m meritoriously blind

That recondite illusion she takes me into, me so lost, whom I couldn’t find.

I endowed her wings, an angel she is, flying away to her mist

Snared am I an animal, her destitute slave, with uttermost hunger, lingered for her feast.

Hair impelled behind her ears, such an art, where would you find?

She’s my angel in the morning, my visual night, but she never leaves me behind.

Her hair veils her eye, her craving skin calls me alone

Sometimes it mesmerizes my soul, sometimes it makes me moan.

That dot beneath her lips, can consume a million stars

Her wings covering me up, makes me walk through her iced lane

Once she called me by my name, those stasis lips took me insane.

Her hands she runs up the walls to hide her sweetest shame

That misty finger touches those sugar lips to tell me her game.

But when my angels wraths on me, I forget my pain, I play her game

Her splendor makes me deaf, turns me blind, takes my speech

I quietly listen to her rage, with given everything to her, I act a sage

Love that I do, I can explain, only for her, because it is build for her

But my draconian fate, she never asked me, do you love me?

My answer to that- Sweet Lord you are, first one who asked me so

I wonder would you explain it to me though.

But she’ll just stare at me, looking for an answer- Yet there is no answer

Due her love so great and the greatest love should be unspoken.

And I know she is ashamed to open up her heart

Worthless my love is to her, know I not when it did start.

Stalking her a delusive me, she lights up my dozy day

Here am I alone, to dream again, anticipated I lay

She urges me to write, spurs me to dream, explain such unexplainable line

Someday if I walk away from her, I know, my angel will be fine.

-Naimul Haider