On a sun kissed beach long,
The waves sing a song.
Lashing softly against the sand,
As I hold my girl's hand.
The sun sets in a land far,
Turning the sky into a blanket of flame.
Dressed beautifully in a peignoir,
Is her majesty, my dame.
Darkness takes over the land,
Srarkling bright is the Miss grand.
Shining miles away is the new moon,
In your thoughts as I swoon.
Under the million stars,
On a soft bed called earth.
Our dreams take us far,
I realise your precious worth.
Right above me is a pole star,
You with me is what I saviour.
Wish I could lose in your aura,
My lovely lady, my Dazzling Diva.
Dazzling Diva Reviewed by Vyankatesh on Friday, April 20, 2012 Rating: