Confession Of Love. By Ray Subrata Poem by Subrata Ray

I love you dear,
For in you my all senses find control,
Within suspended remain I, and ever roll.

In my garden you bloom,
With different forms and colors,
And you bestow fruits for my heritage,

I love, you the oasis, in my mirage,
My mind tastes security in your garage,
Or I anchor my boat in your decked harbor.

My arrogance and hubris from wild habits,
Get subdued and chastened, in your skied retreat.
All my paradise unlike a son to a mother,
Finds nectar in your shade, in your bed.
You are the corrections of my wish fulfillment,
And the land of sowing seeds of my vacations,
My would be completeness urges sanction from you,
You are my universe, and me a slave to sing your verse.