Shall I call you the moon my dear?
But the moon has spots and it comes in the night
You are the flower of the day, dancing in the light!
Shall I call you the sun then ?
But the sun in the noon , scorches too much.
And you have such an soothing touch!
Let me call you the brightest flower
Nay, the softest shower!
But the flower withers and the rain dithers!
Can’t call you that !
Shall I then use the choicest words to coin you a name
Munchkin, pumpkin, truffle, ruffles..
Ah so many to claim!
And yet none fit the bill
So here I am , searching for one still!
Written for : ReadWritePoem