My love is like butter in milk
slides like rain drop along palm leaves
glides like swift winged kids at play.
Boil not milk, converse with your eyes
churn not butter milk, look deep into my soul---
gently emerges like lotus in pond
as seed raises head on topsoil
firmly, quietly covered by glow
spread on your face watching sunrise.
Sublimation alone locates love!
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A very remarkable poem about Love with lovely metaphors. Truly enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing