Was It You? Poem by Alexander Raj

The girl who sat at the window
combing her hair
The girl who walked down my aisle,
lowered her face so fair.
The girl whose sari painted the sky,
of my dreams, into the nights…
Was it you, my love?

The girl who kindled the flames of love,
as she lit the lamps
The girl who was the flower,
the fragrance, the ripples of my mind
The girl who was my silent companion,
as I walked in solitude…
Was it someone else,
or was it you, my love?

Were you the clay on my hands
on a bright summer morning
Or the brush and the colors
on a lazy afternoon
Or the sweet thoughts of a book
on a wintry night
Were you my rain, my sunshine,
my honey, my dew drops…
Was it someone else,
or was it you, my love?

Was it you, the girl who brought
summers so bright
And spread the smell of spring so sweet,
in my little garden of a mind…
My conscience, my very existence -
Oh thank thee my Lord,
T'was you, t'was you, t'was you…