O Love

O love that holds me deeper and closer Flowing flawlessly within my being Even when they try to find an error I still see a whole you knit within me Your love so fresh like the milk in my mother’s gourd Refreshing my weary soul at each touch Of your love, O love O love, that lets not go of me In my days of bloom and my days of gloom I ponder on the yarns that wound our hearts together So skillfully and so beautifully That am lost in you so If we weren’t meant to be, Couldn’t the differences they have tried to conceive work? It is with no shadow of a doubt, that they are the strands Of your love, O love O love, that seeks me through pain The desire of my eye and the delight of my soul How do you guess the needs in my inmost being? That you meet that grim being within me and tarry in there? Many a people have reached there and dared not to linger At the dreary me deep inside Beyond the edgy smile on my countenance But you zealously cheer me up with that magic Of your love, O love