They said to enter a contest,
To see who is the best.
But one look at you and I thought,
I’ll leave the prize for the rest. .
One look into your dark brown eyes,
Your hand in mine during those starry nighs,
Your kiss better than a stanza describing love,
Your silky hair better than a haiku about a dove.
Your beauty more radiant than a sonnet from above.
Being close to you makes my heart beat faster than a limerick’s pace,
Not even an Asian ghazal can compete with the beauty upon your face.
Even an Elegy finds solace in your heart,
Like I did from the very start.
Forgive me dear reader,
But now we must part,
For the rest is best
Left in my memory,
Where she lies,