So If The Sky Happens Poem by Anita Sharma

O My beloved you are the nourishment of my soul.
Just as food is to my body,
So your love is to my soul.
Without food my body is weak,
without your love my soul is weak.
I have to have strong soul,
Because your love has given me inmost energy
Your Love makes me rebellious, profound
Your Love gives me wide happens sky,
Your Love gives me wings to soar high.
Your Love gives me insight into things,
So nobody can deceive me, exploit me, oppress me.
O my beloved who else, who else, could show me to fly