Tenderness of your voice,

Moistens the wryness of crisp air

Fragrance adorning your silken curves-

An aroma that enlivens my breath

Depth of your emerald eyes,

Unravels the mystery of universe

But it’s the rhythm of your heart,

That fills me up- completes me!

         ©Vandana Bhasin


Linked to dVerse where De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting Monday Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words excluding title). De wants us to use the word ‘fill’ in the poem.