slithery slimy divine love

Tiny rivulets in the stream
wriggling it's way towards the sea.
Fluffy clouds race ahead
wanting to join it's mom abreast.

Beautiful sea, clear and crisper
thrusting its hands, waiting to be lifted.
Tiny buds waving to and fro
waiting for the sun to make it glow.

Looking at your eyes and crook of your brows
even your flaws look grand on the whole.
Be it day or be it night, let the world be against my side
lift your hand or call my name, will rush to you like a tide.

Love is magic; love is wile
it slithers in like a snail
I watched it raise and enter the hole
where my heart lay with out a ray of hope.