I,The Beloved

I am the Beloved

And you are the Darling,

Won’t something stir in the chest when we hear this?

Certainly, it will!

Yes, something will happen—

Something that will pierce the chest

In that tender chamber

Where dreams will demand their dues

With full interest—

And where letters of incomplete wholeness

Will finally receive answers

From the lips of time.

A nearness—special, with special meanings,

Some unknown waves will surrender

To the ocean of that city,

Where love shall be fulfilled—

Sometimes with the body,

Sometimes with the soul.

Yes,

I am the Beloved

And you are the Darling,

Won’t something stir in the chest when we hear this?

Certainly, it will!

Yes, something will happen—

Something that gives life its meaning

And death the glory of attainment,

Something that will show

A way to live

And a path to disappear.

Yes,

I am the Beloved

And you are the Darling,

Won’t something stir in the chest when we hear this?

Certainly, it will!

Yes, something will happen—

Where fire stands witness in the cold,

The scorched mind of summer,

And the monsoon’s brooding rebel

Will rise in defiance.

Yes,

I am the Beloved

And you are the Darling,

Won’t something stir in the chest when we hear this?

Certainly, it will!

Yes, something will happen—

Something that will pierce the chest

In that tender chamber

Where dreams will demand their dues

With full interest—

And where letters of incomplete wholeness

Will finally receive answers

From the lips of time.

Yes,

I am the Beloved

And you are the Darling,

Won’t something stir in the chest when we hear this?

Certainly, it will!

Yes, certainly it will!

Someone will become the promise to live,

And someone will wait—

To turn the novel’s pages into truth.