POEM Irene. Im in love ! To you. I feel the intense energy bubbling within my heart, frozen, To set off an avalanche, With a blizzard vehement Laden with fallen petals of Dreams and fragrance of hopes. Irene, You to me is the “ Breath and finer spirit of all knowledge.” You are an impassioned expression of life itself. You make me tranquil at times of tremor Like an angelic caress of magical curing. You edify me of the very entity mortal And of the existence absurdly abstract. You are the “criticism of life under The conditions fixed for such a criticism By the laws of” truth and beauty of yours, And I the object of your flawless criticism, Irene, You stand potent your motion vibrant Your smile sparkles of meteors to kindle my spirit your bosom my pillow, you sooth me as anything. Irene, You are my mom, my guide, my guardian, My mate and my soul ever dynamic but stable. You are an irony often seem to be funny You are at times a joke that makes me shed tears. Irene, Your physique, had been no tangible but Definite to me since the cracking of the egg You the lullaby, You the Symphony, you the hymns You the bells, you are in company in thickened hush. Irene, Let us go to the vineyard, full of grapes ripe and sweet There I’ll taste the Alexandrian brownish two in assent Making you the mare of pharaoh, galloping in might Turning me the humble bridleway for the thud of hooves. In the slumber of exhaustion when the stars wink naughty I’ll pronounce you are mine , we not two but one Often I the degrading specimen of humanity Seldom realises you are with me in my life’s functions. Irene, I love you. I love you so dearly that my heart stop aching. So warmly that the numbness not I feel anymore. I love you like the sky love the vales at the horizon. Irene, I love you darling. I neither demand it in return nor to have a kiss I will keep on loving you even when you assert negative, Even when you assert hatred form your heart. I can’t help it and I don’t need your will for it. Oh Irene, I am in love to you. I am still in love even when I know you a mirror. Oh Darling, Irene, I love you even now when “I fall upon the thorns of life I bleed.”
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 14:35:06 +0000
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