Poetry Then Music

She is Poetry..
..then music..

See,
When she opens her eyes,
..its as if she is opening a book,
,snow white, clear lines ..
And when she blinks,
..words start shaping themselves.
,down to her lips,
coloured naturally..
,then she smiles,
..there you will see,
A Grimes to diamond...
..shine in between..
As she speaks..
,poetry is all I hear,
Her voices...
..her words..
,her sound..
All are poetic,
..to me..and to me..
When she laughs,
,it sounds as music,
..not just music..
but, good music,
to my ears.

And as poetry is deep,
,so she is...

And as music is brod,
,so she is

She is in within me,
,just like poetry..
..in my heart..

She moves me,
,just like music..
..though my ears..

Her shape..
..takes that of music,
that when she walks..
,she does in rhythm,
and when stands..
..its like she is on stage..
ready to drop bars..
coz she is drunk in love..

When I say she is my universe,
..I mean, Uni - one
and Verse - song
She is my one song,
,the my heart beats for..

She is Poetry..
..then music..

                      ⓒ2017