My Love Poem by Thupuhu D Vaddeo

My Love
Sayst He, “Alas! My own craft has be made me forlorn,
But this, art of all times...shalt with me remained abode'
But says you, 'It is not good for the man to be alone.'
Thus sent hither My Love to adore.

In some vale of flickering blooms- escapes sight,
Upon a rainbowed lea pillowing on earth,
Beneath pregnant tree in its summer blithe,
Lay asleep a mossy bench with liana half wreath.

Thither My Love and I
Besides teenage begonia - we embraced and furled,
And sweet air sweeten with spring’s breath
Teases like swinging school girl.

Thou art so pure runs note in the beat of thy heart.
Love! Lay low over my lap,
As baby on their mother's lap laugh and lisp,
And a kiss, kiss two until lullaby from hedge is heard.