Beloved Poem by Govinda Krishna Chettur

You are the Rose of me,
In you have I lost myself utterly,
Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,
About me ever lies;
I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy
And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes.

You are the Dream of me,
My visions many-footed flit and flee
Beneath the jewelled arches of Life's grace:
But through lone nights and days,
One form I follow, and mine eyes but see
The dear delightful wonder of your love-lit face.

You are the Greatness of me,
My thoughts are Beauty shaped exquisitely
To the rare pattern of your loveliness
Exceeding all excess:
And the strange magic of this mystery,
Steals weight from burdened hours, and woe from weariness.