I know, I know that well.
Yet, let the wee lamp burn away,
Waiting to shine on your footsteps.
You will not make a floral wreath any more.
Yet, let the flowers blossom in my garden,
Inducing my soul to thirst for your touch.
You will have forgotten the way to my house.
Yet, let the doors be thrown open,
To accord you a glorious welcome.
My night, alas, is sepulchrally silent.
Yet, let it be in harmony with your melodious lyre,
Around which wanders my despondent expressions.
Every
passing moment finds you firmly in my heart.
That craving for you sustains my life's integral part.
Evenings that soothe my soul get me to see
A vision of You in your familiar vivacity.
When I close my eyes in repose, you fill my senses;
My nights are inundated with vivid remembrances.
With every breath I take, I sense your nearness anew -
The heady sweet smell that emanates from you,
A beckoning enlivened with a cryptic perfume?
My heart throbs faster to jive to your tune.
I feel I've seen you here just the other day, dear me,
I took you in my arms and time ceased to be!
Was it only a dream? Oh, was it real? A part
of me, so far removed, yet so close to heart?
I sink in deep thought with you in mind foremost,
I am afraid to wake up and find you I've lost.
