You are a bouquet of walking roses,
your smile freezes my sleepy eyes that dozes,
your eyes melt my little tranquil heart,
when the world sleeps a blossom blooms like an angel's dream,
an innocent love blooms in my nescient bosom's cream,
your heart resembles the middle of a icy blue ocean,
intensively serene yet so deep in every season,
my unaware heart keep skipping the beat,
your reminiscent fragrance reminds me of a redolent heavenly sweet.
Your melodious voice is the greatest treat,
yet it confuses me with if you speak or an angel sings,
holding your hands i fly without wings,
your touch purify all my sins,
my senses live with your memories' presence,
your love is my sixth sense.
Vimal Kumar N
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sixth-sense-4/
