A Mirror Of Memories

Lo, I said at the very thought of this word called love,

So familiar yet so elusive.

Catching its essence in every bit of my existence,

Its long forgotten fragrance I reminisced, then breathed on its lingerness,

Jumbled traces of its intimacies now caressed my soul in a beautiful balminess.

And I looked at myself in sheer shyness,

In a craving gaze, deeply longing to relive this love again.

Such is the reflection of this passion, 

On the mirror of memories, 

A resplendence that brightens the inner darkness, 

That glimmers my blown out soul, 

And then, I shine like a star, 

One that is born out of a supernova, 

Of intense emotional ardor,  

To glow like this, for eternal perpetuality.