Her little self
is an ocean of amorousness
while she precipitates
an avalanche of giving
in all of the unwinding
trajectories of being
a consciousness of sorts
a serendipitous journey
where she meets the tumultuous path
that intertwines nostalgia, love and lost desires
her presence is pure bliss
who dare not
rise in love?
I see her in a distance
metaphorically
but, stays somewhere
very near
it is undefinable yet true
all of what heart feels and knows
is not always explainable
In my dream
today Morning when
the dawn was still yawning
I held her close while I smelled the dew
the nervous and frozen petals of the rose
suddenly were agile,
blooming
the winter morning sun
kissed her cheeks
while I was tempted to do so
her murmurs
broke my dream
She crosses those paths
which a selected few attempt
she is a desire fugitive
she is the smitten universe
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