Lover’s Implore - Poem by Diwakar Bhatt
O! my dear! Let me love you to my soul fill,
I feel the same unforgettable surge of thrill.
My craving is still alive to reap the harvest,
I am a human with vices not a virtuous prophet.
My heart still beats reciting the poetry of love,
Old memories still hoarded in my treasure cove.
Time could neither subdue the pang of my longing,
Nor it could tarnish the glint of my love’s forging.
You are rosy morn and golden eve of my life,
You are my sunny day, with me in every strife.
You are my sweet angel or a fairy I most adore,
You are my moonshine, cool, calm and pure.
The smile on your lips always stir my heart,
I solemnly affirm you my inseparable part.
Your limpid eyes exudes the same old charm,
Flame of passion has kept the love still warm.
Old is gold, the saying goes right with you,
I get intoxicated by your love as if an old brew.
Years gone by strengthened the ties of attachment,
In years to come our love will have a new statement.
We are for each other but still I pray to God earnestly,
Let love be instilled in our hearts to live life happily
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