Crushing The Vestal Charm Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

O, my sweet wench! You gave me your small heart,
little mite, my soul and body to gain.
Love is a ship tossing in the rough sea;
it reaches ashore if god blesses both.

Rise from grief, and place your head on my lap;
your mind will find heavenly peace and grace.
Theunseen knot of love made in our hearts
can't be cut by the forces vile or guile.

The stormynights follow after the first
and being steady, face them we with might.
O, my wren! Fill my heart withsongs to spill
and keep its verve withyour raining music.

Of all the faults made beneath this beauteous sky,
crushing your vestal charm, the worst to tell, I feel shy.