Sunday 30 April 2017

Impress me not.

Still-Life, Blueberries And Cream, Table Setting
Impress me not with numerous expensive gifts,
But with a rose plucked spontaneously in a swift.
Impress me not by quoting John Keats and Shakespeare,
But with a poem inked by you, inhibiting all your fear.
Impress me not by praising my beauty,
But with sharing my dreams and aspirations beneath the starry sky of the city.
Impress me not with a high end date,
But with a random rendezvous with books where you read me stories I wish to listen and can't wait.
Impress me not with the cliche "I love you" and mushy talk,
But with your vulnerable thoughts while we take a walk.
Impress me not with the promises of happily ever after,
But with accepting the reality of having our share of pain, despair, happiness and laughter.
Impress me not!

© Sheerin Naz.


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