Like a fragrance in the breeze your love hovers around me,
Thought of you intoxicate my sole-self and such drowsy numbness-
That I had drunk vintage wine from your lips. Amidst cloud of faces,
Noise alike I travel through a bee hive buzzing aloud but myself,
Sitting somewhere far up above a mountain, in a sanctuary.
And my ears filling with your voice, a serene song of the constant flow-
Of virgin brook from a high hill; so playful and alive and you never know,
How much I ache to be with you my sweet beloved for an hour!
From this constant rehearsal of quote unquote phrases inside my head
Lying- enwrapped by your soft loving hands in a world where none intrudes.
And your playful mischievous movement of fingers cutting through my hairs,
Underneath a starry sky accompanied by the queen of night-
The silvery moon from heaven blessing us with her eternal delight.
And falling dew drops covering us with a moist affection and mother nature-
Silenced the world with an enigmatic touch and we may fill ourselves,
Profusely; with the stream of affection and this night may occurred to be-
A sole remembrance of heavenly pleasures for which every time I return,
Again and again to embrace thousand deaths only to be with you . . .
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