The Beauty sitting under a Tree: By S N Shaw

The Beauty sitting under a Tree: English Poem by S N Shaw

The girl who sat at the back
Her pace so steady yet slow,
Her tone so emphasizing,
Yet like the smooth wind ready to blow.
He eyes like ocean so dark and deep,
Though that beauty makes me creep.

The beauty I saw sitting under a tree.

The way she is shy like a bride,
How much do I wish to sit by her side.
And the way she keeps high her head,
Just by listening to her I can be lulled to bed.

The beauty I saw sitting under a tree.

The girl sitting under a tree reading mythology,
Letting her thoughts roam so free.
The girl who seems like Cupid to me,
Is barely aware of the love I bore for thee

The beauty I saw sitting under a tree.

The girl people usually avoid,
The one I know I would never void.
Her hair so dark seem like black holes to me,
Sucking me in with such an intensity.

The beauty I saw sitting under a tree.

She is my world, my galaxy,
She brings out everything that lies deep inside me.
My light so bright can only be absorbed by thee,
The girl who is vibrant but seems tranquil like sea.

The beauty I saw sitting under a tree.

She is still a mystery to me,
This fact increases my curiosity.
The more I dig to know about thee,
The more I fall for thee.

The beauty I saw sitting under a tree.

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