Her heart was a synagogue
Sacred and celestial
Where She enshrined my love,
Adored me as her King.
Her incessant rain of love,
Solaced the crucified pain
Of my heart's crucible.
She painted variegated dreams
On my murky heart's canvas
In iridiscent colours.
The words she wrote as holly
In the pages of my life
Became the torch to my paths
And now she is the Goddess of my temple.
very good descriptions-paints a colorful picture with words. Well done.
Divine love meaning love her in spirit? I'm speechless...you really are an amazing poet...
The synagogue is the right place where the decision to crucify the love can be taken! sad!
Great write Vipins, I liked this one! My favorite line is: Adored me as her King, Solaced, the crucified pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow I loved this. A beautiful poem with a great flow to it. Perfect.