you

you are my Kalahari over sweet odour of spring
So vast with colours and smooth sultry of the wind

You are the music that whispers

that whispers in the month of May.

the one that dives

into my ears

over my long endless night.

and you...

I missed you like the heaven misses Adam and Eve.

How am I to stand above to compare me with thee.

for nothing that the universe has now is suffice to your nyphm beauty.

all that I bare now is complete

when you stand and I see.

For you are beautiful

and I am just me.

To the cloudy night I stand to the shadow of sheet

overlooking the joy that the world present

when you came within.

with you as an angel sent down to make me happy.

I will surely die as a humble mortal tale

of a thousand stories.