Sunday, February 24, 2008

ODE TO LOVE

You have made me immortal with your love.
This frail creature is filled with joy again.
And again and you fill my heart with life.
You carry your smile and breath,
Your melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of your fingers
My little heart loses its limit in ecstasy
And give birth to ineffable whispers.
That infinite gift of your love, come to me only
Eons pass and still you pour it
And there is still room to fill it.
When you command me to talk
It seems my heart would break with pride;
And I look to your face in my mind
And tears come to my eyes.
With awe in my feelings.
I stumble with my words and
Am not sure, if it conveys any meaning to you.
All that is harsh and discordant melts away
Life becomes a sweet harmony and my
Love spread wings and flutters with joy.
I know that only I can make you
Comfortable in your life.
Drunk with the joy of talking to you
I forget myself and call you again and again.
The heart yearns for communion.

1 comment:

kunjubi said...

You have made me immortal with your love.
This frail creature is filled with joy again.
And again and you fill my heart with life.
Eons pass and still you pour it
And there is still room to fill it.
This is one of a series of poems.

Read and await for the sequel.....