True Love
In the valley of my mind contoured by desire latent,
I carved the charming channel of craving to reach you.
The yearning cloud melted in a mesmeric torrent,
made a surging stream I swam under the sky blue.
Flowing with the current of your charming allure,
my sensation soared high in your spring moonshine sky,
adorned by the luring lattice of the stars of love pure,
draped my heart with the enchanting tinsels, I saw fly.
The spring departed quietly, left a gorgeous gift for me,
a bunch of red rose I kept in my heart for you to greet
with the lure of love as dainty as dewdrop could be,
in the summer of discontent I didn’t let it wither a bit.
In midsummer night gleamed by moonbeam you’re with me
on the passion bank of river soaking sequined satin stardust,
where in the vase of my heart the rose you could see
radiate the patina of crimson charisma laced by lustrous lust.
With the mesmerizing murmur of the sonorous stream,
the fervent music of my love I longed to compose,
weave with its lyric in your eyes the lattice of my dream,
entranced by my kiss the eyelids you would never close.
When my garden was drenched by the eventide hue,
your beauty embellished the beguiled boughs like a dove.
The sapphire patina within the unfurled iris buds grew,
glistened in your eyes with the lilting luster of true love.
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