Ready to Dance

Your fabulous eyes, dark emeralds in blaze;

Your silky brown hair, idyllic in golden glaze;

While I mystically sip a drop of red cherry wine,

Yet not even poured, an elegant love tinted line;

Hearing your charming laughter, like dawn songs;

I feel alive, full of joy; I could fly with my wings

The way you walk, like the light steps of a peacock,

So cheerful, joyful, forever ready to dance and to rock.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI