Red

You walk as if the swans lovely paraded
Gorgeous that the trees applauded,
As the wind blew your hair gently
Scented the air refreshingly

Infatuation caught the eyes of them
Harden and melting the stem,
Neck crack down from front to back
Drop down dead even a smack

When you open that lips and utter
First note and more tunes later,
Picked that string and vibration initiate
As if silence without your music is inadequate

How lucky to be a thing sometimes
Like the red guitar and the little chimes,
You picked him up after long waiting
The warmth wipes away the chilling

Rather, I’m thankful to be this creature
I could see and admire your grandeur,
Every time I write and I am inspired
To dedicate this piece and not be tired