She Bloomed In My Garden

Her fathomless dark eyes,
Like the stretch of the night,
Gazes at me, and I lingered,
In pensive,
In my woven memories.

A flower came to my vacant shade.
In reticent, she reached out to me.
With intrigue, I watch her everyday.

My words became crippled,
By her impalpable grace,
Her sighing limbs,
Speaks to my soul,
In scintillating sonata,
With a dialect of its own,
Challenging my timid heart,
Creating a tumultuous wave,
A want to break on her shore.

This flower, perfecting herself,
Bloomed in my garden.