My name in a sweet song
Sang by his flabbergasted lips
I heard the words from his lyrics
That- Deboriella… Deboriella!
Is a gorgeous and dauntless goddess,
My name was the hook, Aphrodite’s images
Seemly I was full of grace like a Royal Princess…
Now tell me, why shouldn’t I be his weakness
If my ego; can outshine other elites?
In his air, there’s a love, I wish I could feel
Mentally and physically attracted to him.
He called me “the Royalty’s epitome”,
And saw me as a Swan from Heavens top
He said I burn from side to side when I walk.
Sitting not in the midst of the Lavenders
He sees me bigger than a Queen on a throne
And wish I was nearer to him like a stone-throw
But a cat wouldn’t wish a dog to have a bone
He seemed bold but in imagination, he is shy
That his eyes always blink, each time I do the smile
I’m a dream in his dreams in my dream that is but a lie.
Who are you? I remember he typed with such remark
“Deboriella” I replied and suddenly he went blank
Mouth and eyes wide open but acted brave
As though he had a million barter for a slave
Setting aside all variances, even class and age
“No” isn’t the answer he did wanted on the page
But in his trembling voice, was a tears of rage;
“Hey young lady! You are my mind’s eye lady,
You are such an astonishment; that gets my eyes hazy
You are the artifact killing my voracious infallible mind
There’s not a thing that could be measured or lined
Next to a moment with you by my side… I treasure
Standing next to you, missions I shall accomplish
And no-rest will be taken until you i find”
His cold words,
Humbled me in my tissues of lies!
…Deboriella, I whispered loud in silence,
And we both woke up from his dreams
Probably as an upstart romantic mirth…
That comes up in a teens dream at night.