Elf Poem by Hossain Shohag

Elf

I used to tell the tale of a girl— alone—
She looked just like a fairy carved in stone.
How perfect, moonlit face, a charming smile—
Her bashful laughter makes my heart beguile.
That girl, she spreads her wings in clouds above—
And drifts across the sky, my sweetest love.
She dances beneath the moon on starry nights—
Reach out, she turns to moon, with glowing light.
Alone she dwells within my heart so deep—
Weaving dreams of love as I softly keep.
She's the timeless, perfect image I behold—
The first light of dawn, the sun's first gold.
That girl peerless, none can ever compare—
And she, my beloved Elf, beyond all fair.