You reside in the temple of my heart.
You play in the garden of my earth.
You prevail in me to guide my soul always.
You supply pure oxygen to my creative cells.
Like a sacred river you flow in my veins every time.
Like the spring wind you blow to soothe my mind.
Yo are a sweet rose bloomed in the garden of my dream.
Your holy touch makes my dying hope dance every time.
Dipankar Sadhukhan © 2016
A magnificent write deserving 10+