Our love has thrived above board all the time,
That scribes above would note regards our fate,
Perhaps, we have enough of deeds sublime,
For sure access enjoyed at Heaven's gate;
No need to press review of glorious acts,
Or pester Heaven's keeper with demands,
You have been virtuous, on angelic tracts,
On paths not swerved, and far from reprimands;
Yet should our mirth confront but bolted doors,
We'll wait outside, encamped in desert tents
As would bedouin sheiks and troubadours,
Until all settles to our hearts intents;
.......But even now, with you here by my side,
.......To call it less than Heaven, I deride.
This poem is an offshoot from reading about Heavenly rhymes from children's storybooks.
Thanks to Saheb Mohapatra, and to all who have commented.
top class composition..........you have perfectly excavated your knowledge about love and sprinkled it on your incredible work....thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In love becoming virtuous and angelic is amazingly wise as this composition specifies. Wise sharing.
Thanks Bhargavi Dei Mahakul