By The Sea-Shore Poem by Ravi Kopra
By The Sea-Shore
"How well I know what I mean to do"
When the snow melts and the spring comes,
We get out to the beach, you rub sun lotion
on me and I on you. We lay all Sunday
afternoons in the sun by the murmuring sea.
And at times, inspired, I open my notebook,
You move closer to me and start peeking in
when I write a love poem for you saying:
How lucky am I in my life to have found you
My fragrant flower, sweet love of my life,
Your voice is music to my ears, your touch,
so soft to my skin, and your body of a
heavenly fairy, I want to eat, the whole of you
Instantly, when I give you a kiss on your
lips, you close your eyes and whisper
in my ears: Oh God, what a heavenly pleasure!
I love this man with my heart and soul, so dearly...
I.
How well I know what I mean to do
When the long dark autumn-evenings come:
And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue?
With the music of all thy voices, dumb
In life's November too!
II.
I shall be found by the fire, suppose,
O'er a great wise book as beseemeth age,
While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows
And I turn the page, and I turn the page,
Not verse now, only prose!
III.
Till the young ones whisper, finger on lip,
``There he is at it, deep in Greek:
``Now then, or never, out we slip
``To cut from the hazels by the creek
``A mainmast for our ship! ''
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