Enchantress of dreams

By: Shreyas

In the dead of night,
When the waters sparkle in moonlight, 
I stroll into dreams afar,To dine with you on a star.

Your eyes stole my vision,
Lips enriched with the shade of Lotus,
Even the angels shy away from thus, 
In your possession lies such a beautiful countenance,
That maidens would mistake you to be Aphrodite from a distance.

Like a marvelous piece of art you are, 
I shall shield like a frame, won’t allow on you even a scar, 
For others you may just be a regular mistress, 
Yet of my little heart you are the Empress.