I love the stars
as your sea-green eyes
with onset of dark
start twinkling in them;
I love the moon
as your face glows there
before landing to my poem;
I love the clouds plain
as they whisper your love for me
into the wind now and then
as mood dictates them;
I love the jasmine buds
twinkling in moon-light
on both sides of your narrow lane
exuding the aroma of your presence;
I love the ether of my consciousness
drenched in the fragrant fog of a divine essence.
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