Basking In The Morning Sun! Poem by Namratha Swamy

Warmth of the scarlet sun not so far away
holds my very being on this lovely day.

As today you are gone sweeping through my life
I recollect every moment over and over again.

Each precious moment resounds like a sacred hymn
to our unfinished love of the other day.

The day has forever gone
so very sweet that precious love of ours
when you had swept me off my feet.

Sadly, our love can never be delivered in its original form
the scent of your closeness,
the wonderful memories and all.

The words won't come,
the nonchalance of it all.

The dreams no more,
the earnestness of it all.

And I bask here in the warmth of the morning sun
so very alone to remember the love we had so new.