GYEMSO
Deep within the flower tendril, I met her,
The light in her eyes like the glory of summer sunset.
The traces of her hair like dew upon Mount Everest.
In her luscious smile, I saw hope deeper than words.
Her shape is indeed a definition of God's own angel.
In her submissive tenderness she captured my heart.
Her simplicity melted the hardest part of me.
If only I have a wish
Let this moment never end.
Howbeit time became my immortal foe?
How I long to unravel the mysteries in her voice,
To be a part of her story.
To drink from the honeycomb
Dripping from her eyes.
O Gyemso, I am basking
In the evanescence of your emotion.
I am captivated by this beauty
Tenderly packaged in this impeccable frame
Christened... Gyemso.
