I like it when your heart beats faster

I can hear your heart beats,
The fast rhythmic dub-dub-dub,
I can see your rosy blush,
And on your forehead, the glistening beads.

I can hear your pounding heart,
And the rapid heaves of your breath,
I can see your eyes grow moist,
And your muscles tense, all alert.

I can hear your thumping heart,
And the trembling in your limbs and lips,
And I can feel you turn red hot,
Although we are really miles apart.

Had I been by your side right now,
I would have opened my arms wide,
And whispered a few words of comfort,
And calmed you and hugged you tight.

And laid your head upon my lap,
And calmed your thumping chest,
'Coz when your heart beats faster mon cher,
I tell you I like it best.

And after this, I now can sense,
The gifts of God to you,
Your purity, your innocence,
And with this, I bid adieu.

Ode to a friend I love

THE BLUE BUTTERFLY

She's the dew-laden gust of moist cool breeze on the face,
She's the cool, surreal, pristine, all-encompassing mountain haze,
She's the sudden burst of cool shower on a hot summer day,
She's that sense of pure delight felt by a lost man who just found his way,
She's the far-away sound of the temple bells on a misty winter morning,
She's the warmth of a freezing December night with a delightful bonfire burning,
She's the scent of the earth with the first drops of summer rain,
She's the sweet consequence of unbridled passion, that blissful, colicky pain,
She's the transquility of a solitary night under a moon-lit starry sky,
She's the serenity of sitting on the rocks and watching the ocean waves roll by,
She's the joy of finding in the eyes of your beloved, the love she has for you,
She's the comforting hug of a true friend when you are down and feeling blue,
She's the inspiration behind this poem, the angel whom this is dedicated to,
She's my little blue butterfly, she's an angel called Ritu.