WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, BEGINNING....

BEGINNING....

In the beginning, She looks really elegant, glamorous,
Today, tomorrow, with me,  further more  glorious,
Dancing throughout in the morning showering light rain,
Dawn sunrays fall on her elegant face, forever  to shine.

And when all the twilight fades, in her broken mirror,
I could see further breakdowns and a sinful small error,
Let me extend the embraces towards her own beams,
In her eyes, swings the waves of eternal love streams.
 
But now, at the moment,  all  turns down on her alone, 
Knocking down with stones of hatred and puts a throne, 
On the neck, on her shoulders, a holy cross she ware,
Believers might kiss it for many times and pray to adore.
 
On her heavenly looks a damaged body discloses, 
Deep in her blue eyes, the mind unfixed as those,
Favors to none, and not to herself, she smiles and extends, 
Often she dislikes, refuses, but never ever once offends.
 
Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers always strike, 
And, like the Sun, they shine on all every time alike,
Yet graceful ease, and sweetness, bliss of  real pride, 
Forget the faults, fancies, her  secrets wills to hide. 

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By
Williamsji Maveli

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