Silently Await... Poem by Locura Alaam

She smiled and with a whisper said
'Get thee back to bed
The night is young, and so art thou
Rest at ease, my dear, for now'
'O goddess! ' called he
'What rest be there for me?
What calm could befall my soul
When I know not, in life, my role? '

Her smile shines more as she gets nigh
His heard beats fast; he knows not why
Her lips thus lay a tender kiss
Upon his forehead, begetting bliss
Upon his being as a whole; 'Rejoice! '
She whispers again, 'Dear, rejoice
Much a destiny to thee was writ
As time elapses, thou wilt have wit'