Lover's Malady

Oh love, hasn't it been some time,

A long, fruitless while

Since the last time we met

Beneath those humble bouganvillaeas

That rained their pretty pinks,

Upon your blossoming cheeks?

Envy I those rays of sun,

That grasp themselves upon your

Noble brow.

Lighting your mein in

Their tender love,

As my eyes had once done

When they first met your gaze

– Like two droplets of molten gold.

My hands tremble in upholding anticipation;

Just a smell of your honeyed locks

That arouse my deepest senses,

But its the winds that get to behold,

This ever tantalizing whiff,

Which outfawns even the aromas

Of the divine nector

–Like you, being my essense of life.

Reaching out to get hold,

Of this sliver of divine delicacy,

In form of your delicate skin

In those sculpted hands

And those worshipped feet,

That have captured my entire being

In their hypnotizing insouciance

–Like the fragilest fabric that binds my fate.

Even your soul attracts my heart,

With its enamouring traits–

Mesmerizing, like a blessing

A boon given in the name of love.

Your mind, your heart, they

Shine in purity– like a magnet

Attracting with its sensual seams

–Like a shining stone in the eyes of the beholder.

Oh love, hasn't it been a while

Since those walks on the shores

Of the beach that in its very grains

Our haunts carved in letters of bliss?

Now those dancing waves of froth,

Rage on over those empty banks

Sweeping away with it

The sands of our eternal moments,

From its glistening rocks...