An altogether new experience,
She flits in with a butterfly's presence
And sends shockwaves through.
The soul begs for more,
But not every soul's wants get satisfied.
Although with yearning,
(And not just any yearning
but one that sickens with every passing minute)
The remedy, first thought to be bitter
Becomes almost nectarine in nature.
As I stand on this edge,
The mind reels at the prospect
of both 'Yes' and 'No'.
As the foot loses contact,
A stand is made.
On tiptoe, I now ask,
Will you,
With all your saving graces,
Save me?
Ahh, feels good to flex those poetic muscles after a long hiatus. And I'd gladly do it again, just for you.

