Who told you that you were ugly; when infact I found
you to be the most amazing and beautiful person in
this world,
Who told you that you were thick skinned; when infact
I considered you to be the most tender; the most
innocuously sweet,
Who told you that you were dismally fat; when infact I
perceived you to be a dainty angel; having freshly
descended from the sky,
Who told you that your lips were as swollen as the
hippopotamus; when infact I cognized them to be soaked
in deep cherry wine; each time I had the privilege of
kissing them,
Who told you that your hair was like unruly & long
fibers diffusing from the gutter; when infact I
perceived them to be a river of golden honey; in which
I took refuge in my times of distress,
Who told you that your nostrils breathed hostile
flames; when infact I felt stupendously passionate
breath drift through; whenever you stood close by my
side,
Who told you that your color was blacker than
horrendous charcoal; when infact I found it to be as
resplendent as the voluptuous lotus; even under
pugnacious rays of the Sun,
Who told you that your footsteps reverberated noise of
an approaching dinosaur; when infact I was mesmerized
every second; as their tinkling sounds mystically
announced your presence,
Who told you that your tongue stuttered on every word
you spoke; when infact I felt that your speech was
astoundingly clear and ravishing,
Who told you that
your fingers made a mess of every meal; when infact I
relished every item you prepared; catapulting me into
the aisles of unprecedented fantasy,
Who told you that your teeth jutted out like a hideous
demon; when infact I found them like scintillating
globules of snow; pelting from the sky; every time you
smiled,
Who told you that your sweat smelt of rotten fish;
when infact it was the most alluring scent that I had
ever inhaled; putting me off instantly into blissful
sleep,
Who told you that your ears were stone deaf; when
infact I felt that they could trace the most inaudible
of my whispers; listen to the tiniest of my heartbeat,
Who told you that your height was as tall as the
giant; when infact I always found you perfect and till
my lips; those moments when I embraced you,
Who told you that your clothes had perennial stains of
oil in them; for infact I always found the most
cleanest of my fabric; embarrassingly sordid in front
of them,
Who told you that you looked like a skeleton with
hardly any flesh on your body; when infact I always
saw flames of pure passion burning in your eyes;
enamoring shades of pink enveloping your flesh at all
times,
And even if the entire world condemned you
beyond the point of redemption; I would still consider
you to be the most fascinating person existing; the
most lovable entity on this planet; and my heart would
be purely yours; YOURS ONLY FOREVER…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.



