A blushing bride walking down the aisle,
A lone lover dancing in the evening snow,
A bubbly baby reaching out for his mother,
A single star shooting through the night sky,
Yea, these things are beautiful.
The gentle glow that accompanies a first kiss,
The sweet scent of latte ladened with sucrose,
The flair of a model with a fitting pair of heels,
These things, indeed, are beautiful
But all these my dear,
All these pale at your presence.
© Akelaahwrites
Nikhil
2018