Love Plea

My love, a lost lone sparrow, Has built its nest in your heart; This, like bone and the marrow, Yearns, in you, to be a part! Like a weak vine with its plant, It does with you get entwined; Like poppy on a field grand, Grows; glows; graces gaily gained! Does any tree chase away, Black beetle that lives in it; Don't the green leaves help it stay, With them, warm and closely-knit! Let your heart - like rare rainbow, Embrace this color black too; No funks of the ethnic foe, Let our holy union woe… 25 October 2021