Treasure Island

aryaindia india

(24.10.1960 / Bangalore)

Comfort


to being owned so closely


What can be greater than this sweet thought?
That winds its way just through our art!

What can be softer than your soft touch?
The kiss of the rain I like so much!

What can be kinder than your gentle look?
The kind of warmth seeps every nook!

What can be better than the wisdom in words?
I soar the sky with the flight of birds!

What can be gentler than your words of love?
The verses you write as a dove from above!

What can be lovelier than my trust in you?
With quick responses you wring out the blue!

What can be more rapid than your stream of thought?
Well construed in love you seem caught!

By aryaindia


Author's comments:
There is comfort in your smile

Submitted: Sunday, October 18, 2009

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