I see you standing artless, with adorning tints in your picture,
like these lazy dawns have been sleeping,
somewhere for years and are just awakened saffron in you.

Something naive in your eyes, and an untold longing at your lips,
fondle of an unusual soft flower at the smooth cheek,
Are just some easy things dwelling and breathing in you.

God crafted this world with which clay,
atom by atom of that precious mixture.
I try to discover in endearing you over day and night,
right from dawn up to moonless roofs of dreams.

As carefree childhood has a desire for your presence.
Smile and pearls of sparkling grins have a war to void sad morns.
With such ecstasy, guilelessness and purity,
I see and desire the gorgeous art and of this world
the most valuable part, you.

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This poem is dedicated to the closest, most beautiful and understanding person, here.
 who has been there for me always? I am lucky to have her as a friend and closer to myself even.. 
This is a flower to a relationship that has not given any word yet, it is most precious to me.