My love,
My love,
See you,
See you,
What have I brought
For you?
My love,
Love,
See you,
See you
What have I for you,
You?
A bouquet of
Fragrant rajanigandhas,
Jasmine sticks with blooms
Soaked in the dew drops
Of my tears!
Tears falling from the eyes
And he wiping it.
And with,
With the hands
He breaking down
And wiping out the tears himself,
None but he himself
And fumbling,
Is this called love,
Is this called love?
(With love for my brother)
The gift of love endears people tom us. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole
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None but he himself And fumbling, Is this called love, Is this called love? .....fantastic concluding. A beautiful poem with lofty theme is amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.