The Flowers She Nurtured

I cherish the song she loves,

for when I hear i,

I feel her presence beside me.

I adore the moon she admires,

for it brings comfort

to my slow dying love.

The flowers nurtured

with love in the garden of my heart

never wither;

Just like them,

the blossoms of my love for her

never fall away.

When the festival of her love

unfolds within my eyes,

My heart loses itself in joy,

like a child.

Her nearness turns me into a kite,

I rise high into the sky,

floating on the waves

of my longing for her.

Like the waters of a thousand waterfalls,

she drenches me in love.

Like a passing cloud,

she awakens desire within me,

and then slowly drifts away.

I am left melting in her absence,

and all my love

comes down like rain.

Every place her hands have touched

still carries a music

sweeter than honey.

And deep within my heart,

I keep longing to know

the path her heart follows...

So that, even from far away

my heart may somehow

trace its way to hers.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind