Whenever you heard the whisper of a light drizzle;
Whenever you felt the gentle cool breeze;
Whenever you saw the drifting white clouds in the blue sky;
Whenever you found dew drops clinging on to a blooming rose;
I wanted you to remember my love to you...
Like the soft and gentle music from a flute;
Like the light touch of feathers;
Like the golden rays of dawn;
Like the ripples of a stream;
I treasured my love for you all along...
You had to recognize the true love;
Which had been flowing uninterrupted;
From my heart to yours;
Demanding complete surrender;
There had to be a response for sure;
So positive and intense;
As an emotion so powerful;
Had to find its natural destiny...
And when it happened finally;
Leaving me breathless;
Sending tremors through body n soul;
Though not surprisingly;
I feel dizzy, even now, i admit;
For it's truly intoxicating;
To love and being loved..
22-06-2010
kochi
flute, feathers, dawn, ripples of a stream.. treasured love. all fine things of nature yu have taken into your poem. it is a very nice work. metaphor.. and passion. thank you for sharing.
Gallery of metaphor galore…passionate poetry on love…touch down is matchless, ‘For it's truly intoxicating; ‘To love and being loved.’… thanks for sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, vinitha. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks