Echoes Of Love

I know not what to write, my mind doth ponder, yet words escape me.
I close mine eyes, and thou art all I see.
I wish to write of thee,
but how can I express the depths of my feelings?
My pen is poised in hand,
the same hand that hath been touched by thine.
When our hands were entwined,
peaceful were those nights.
Thy dark tresses, they did steal away my breath.
Thy enchanting gaze, it did captivate me.
Ah, those moments when thou didst laugh at my words! I have not forgotten that grace, which did make me thine.
I know not what sorcery hath befallen me,
since first I laid eyes on thee.

Gursimrat Kaur