She Is In Love
A night before I saw her smile
And saw at dawn she smiled again
I saw her she was now in love;
She loved the fairness of the skin
And felt incomplete in dim moonlight.
She loved infants and played their eyes
That winked when tiny smiles they see
On little fair buds of her joy
She would her tales of love retell
And on the brink of eve she would
Rise from voices to her throat
And utter voices free that mean
To every understanding heart;
Sore she would from her throat awake
And tell infants her tales foreseen.
She was the queen of all infant
And shiver in her fever mild
On final arms of hasting clock
First foreseen and then remembered
I saw she was now in love.
The numbness that on limbs would run
Then I would see her bleed her blood
On chicks and then she blush again
She sweetest sees when such her face
Would glow in eyes that recollects
All her joy to heal her pain:
She now would hide from all cities
From those where she had ere spent
The infant nature of her limbs
She blushes in shy, and blush again
Her eyes would linger from the hues
And blush again to see those hues
She would like and see again
So she could blush once more again.
Dear loveliness, lend her hand
So she could love forever
I see she is in love.
Copyright © Choning Dorji | Year Posted 2014
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