To My Love Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Lo, how the silvery queen of the night
Causes the king of all waters to spill
His passion for her showing in full sight,
The high-tide splashing and rising uphill;
But she shows her visage when, no full face,
He in some doubt withdraws his mighty force,
His over-arching arms loosen embrace,
Love ebbs somewhat and recedes in remorse.

But thou art no such queen of callous heart
To leave me lone in ebbing tides to brood—
In abject suffering when ye depart,
To await thine return in solitude:
So, cause no ebbing tide in my soft heart,
Were ye to come, come never soon to part.
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Sonnets | 08.11.08 |