Love

I met a guy, So handsome and kind, Tender like a Maxwell, And quiet like a dove, With his crystal like eyes, Hundred signals are given, There's a crusade of thunder, The fire that sparkles dims forever, My soul is shimmered, Trapped in enhancement, The whimsical imagination of love, That gives a beauty glance in the mirror of my heart, God's love is so un matchable, As our love is non comparable, Our talented love will never end, It will always remain with us. By Debvah poem