Paul Sebastian Poems
Love Is Sacrifice
At a dim-lit dining table I sat
Alone, but a lone red rose in vase, stood
My mind's lost sojourn, she read
Confused and searching, my unusual mood
Rose asked: May I ask why the look of askance?
I could help to bring relief, given a chance
Trust me, I would find you an answer
It would be pathetic to see you whither!
I asked: How do I make my life beautiful?
She whispered: It begins with you being truthful
Your spirit and heart as one, emit fragrance
Become an attractive flower, for instance
Take my fragrance with you
To give away to others ...
With my birth came my mother.
Crying in my pangs of hunger
She fed me at her breasts
In her warm arms I’d rest
Gurgled as she kissed and caressed
Picked and cradled me on her hip side
Love embraced me whenever I cried.
Fed me seated on the floor at her knees