Time is intangible, Yet I am capable,
To touch you in time being,
Full Of love.
To talk of love,
Is arbitrary in nature,
As the essence lies in purity,
That can only be felt,
Certain moments being dealt,
With nothing but being quiet.
Wanting to talk about you,
I could be prosaic,
But the challenge of fitting you —
In verse, in rhyme,
Is for me like a hymn.
To be a soul,
To be a form,
To be something —
That is not foul —
To maintain that perseverance,
Is nothing but a holy heart,
That has managed to keep,
Everything so deep.
Let me plead,
While I am down on my knees,
To always seek you —
Your love,
Your warmth and comfort,
That was hidden for so long,
That’s awaiting to transit the prolonged.
To think of you,
As a space within,
To think of you,
As a spontaneous win,
All I do is think,
About you,
As a dance which is to begin.
Gaining from musings,
Your coherent thoughts,
That gave me an insight,
Of what might,
Happen with us,
In future which is not a stranger anymore,
In the past that is not a foe,
As we live in the present,
A present, to you from me.
Love to be,
Love, to see,
You being my love,
In this eternity —
Let there be oceans,
Let there be sea,
I would sail all of it,
Just to reach out to thee.
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Music - Una Mattina by Ludovico Einaudi. Image credits to its owner.
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