Misunderstood Woman Seeks Love

In the tender twilight's soft embrace,

Resides a woman, a portrait of grace.

A touch of innocence in her gaze,

Seeking love's warmth in passion's maze.

Childlike she may seem, yet beneath the veil,

Lies a soul yearning, tender and frail.

For she seeks not the carnal lust,

But love's pure touch, a sacred trust.

Yet all who come, drawn by her charm,

Seek but the flesh, devoid of harm.

They fail to see her depth, her worth,

Lost in the allure of her earthly birth.

Misunderstood by kin and lover,

She wanders through life, longing to discover,

A love that sees beyond the skin,

To cherish the soul that lies within.

And I, oh I, yearn to be the one,

To fill her days with laughter, with sun.

To banish the shadows, the doubts that bind,

And show her a love, one of a kind.

I want to trace each scar with tender care,

Kiss away the pain, the despair.

To whisper words of love, sincere and true,

And prove that my heart beats only for you.

For you are more than just a woman, my dear,

You're the embodiment of all I hold dear.

A beacon of light in a world so dark,

Guiding me home, like a north star's spark.

So let me be the one to hold you close,

To love you deeply, to cherish the most.

For in your arms, I've found my home,

And with you, I'll never be alone.

Together we'll walk, hand in hand,

Through life's twists and turns, we'll stand.

For I am yours, and you are mine,

Bound together for all time.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY