How do I love... one can count the ways...
Like a Pearl in an Oyster; fathoms deep,
Pure, lustrous, rare; for the bravest to reap,
Like Winter Sunshine, spreading, its rays,
The Core of Coconut, its milky heap,
Satiates the parched & thirsty days.
Like the fragrance of flowers, wafting, to sweep,
Across the Green of the valley deep;
Echoing, the cuckoo's mellifluous song,
Merging with the Rainbow, after an April shower:
It’s a far cry from the Rose Bower!
No intense highs or lows,
It's consistent, sweet, a tad slow;
It's not a meteor to blaze and blow,
It's a river, it meanders and flows,
It's a ripening vine; steadily it grows.
Despite, distance and dreary times,
It has; like the bamboo, sown ages ago;
After seven years sabbatical; rises and shines;
It refuses to Runaway, it won't ever Go;
Eternal and sublime; is Love, of mine,
About the Creator
Shahid Ali
a humble poet
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