I have a secret I cannot tell you
A deed that once done I cannot undo
But one that as long as I do not issue
I do not truly have, I understand, too.
I swallow, every once and then
I say, time and time again
But not to the one for whom I yearn.
I hold you, in my arms and admire
Your familiar eyes that inspire
Something foreign in me, a certain fire.
And then there is your scent that in every hour
Invades me like a vine,
But is there a more welcome guest than a flower
Unlike any flower, perhaps divine.
But wholly aware, I am
That even angels kill, and ruthlessly slam,
Sometimes unaware.
So I hope it does not turn dire.
It is not your beauty alone that captures me entire.
For there is your soul that robs me
Of every wrong, and enrobes me
In garments of gold, without wanting
To cast a mold, which I honestly always found daunting.
I witnessed it whenever it escaped you
In a prodigious brilliance or a silly laugh,
It never failed to make me pause before I continue.
I do not know how you could be,
Nor why your demons dance with me.
But I can tell you,
I have never loved one like you.
Breaks the dawn with promises of hopes
Of glories unheard and merries yet unknown.
Ends the night of despair and darkness it enrobes.
World of new dreams is yet to be sown.
Sun is high, heavenly light all around.
In the sky of dreams chirping birds abound.
Heart as pure as chaste morning dew-drop
Serenly blooms like flowers in dawn's embrace.
In the bliss of the dawn, waiting to reap goodness' crop,
Morning of unknown kind,unexpressesd grace.
No evilness of world can replace
Be it enchanting flower fragrance,
Or sparkling waters of lake..
Where I lurk in shadows
a ghost reminds my name
whispering
Chanting
holding my hand in darkness
the warmth I've never known
caressing
breathing
pulling me up into the clouds
where Light enrobes me
higher
endlessly
into the cloud kingdom
I leave my body behind
forever.
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