Have I seen a face so pretty, Or was that the moon I saw ? The crescent smile and the twinkle eyes, Reminds me of the starry nights. Do You walk only for the poets Or the glimpse is for the world? So much said about the beauty I do wonder, is it for me ? Not untill the Gods command, Or the Angels prompt.
The moon has waned, Smiles are lost, And the twinkles faded. Are the Angels sleeping or Am I to blame? Could it be the callousness of the poets, Or the humdrum of the life? I may ask the Angels to wake up, But no reason is good, to hold back- The Joy,that is Life.