This Poem Won'T Make You Cry
I have written- a poem
That won’t make you cry, within
Whose tender words spell
The magic of love,
Scented with honey, from
A fluttering god: a gift-
For thee, ‘cos this poem o’ mine
Is drawn from thy beauty!
I’ve made my heart rhyme,
For the air not to die
Before thy sight,
‘Cos your charm, like crystal
Blue sea imitating ocean, where
Waves ripple, like notes
Of dancing evening fire,
Proclaiming thy desire!
Cry not, ‘cos my love will not fade
Like a vapor and waft as a smoke,
Though to death we all go, but for
Us, not tonight, my dear! Fear not,
For in this muse- I will rest
My aroma, ‘cos it was thee-
Who made me bloom, like a flower
On a rock, feasting on thy sacred wine!
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