What of his deepest craving?

What do you think is the most beautiful sight in the world?

The hour of dusk, caught her thoughts,

as she sat,

pondering,

she asked him,

questioning,

wanting to know,

his deepest craving...

Was it a beauty endowed,

stark innocence,

portrayed in her eyes?

Or did he maybe,

think of the colored skies,

on a brilliant day,

or on a lighted night.

Perhaps it was her laughter,

that touched her eyes,

and beamed throughout,

her dazzling smile.

O, I think that beauty is beholden,

he replied,

It is in those raindrops,

that rises in rainbows,

It is the green of the meadows,

Overshadowed by valleys.

Or maybe even the mountaintops,

One that is peaked with snow.

But most of all,

he beamed with pride,

It is of this hand that I hold,

On a starry night.

Her silence vowed his just reply,

For against the world,

his love has spoken thus.

She, his beholden one.

-shobana-

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