i love you in the morning.
when you smell like scented rain,
your lips like mint sprouts.
when my arms are around your neck,
i rest my spirit on your shoulders,
my burdens seem light & i'm at home.
when your eyes are fixed on me...,
like guided missiles on its prey,
and that neatly ordered beauty
mark, that sleeps in your eye
like a tear that will never be...
when your eyes are on me,
i feel loved like that chilli omlé*
on you lips,
the gesture of your smile when
im in your company.
i love you like those dried sweet
the way you melt when your mouth
admits defeat to the temptation.
im no perfect but your love keeps
no records of wrong.
*omlette - omlé
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem