Lass of My Dreams

Like the copious water,

gushing down the hills,

cascaded her long black hair.

I stood froze like the Niagra,

as another waterfall rumbled inside me.

Adorned with jasmine buds,

And dripping water beads,

strands permeated the air,

with titillative fragrance.

Tantalized by the damsel,

contoured like a violin.

My mind undulated,

to tune the strings.

Canopied like mist,

the dreams were boundless.

Maid of the mist weaved the plait,

As I continued to weave the dreams.

Enthralled by the braid,

that reached her waist,

I stood still like a lake.

Entwined strands, thick and long

Tied my soul with ease.