MY LOVE FOR YOU

MY LOVE FOR YOU

Let my love for you be pious deemed
Let my love for you be platonic teemed
Let my love for you be sacred brimmed
Let my love for you be taken trimmed.

My love for you is not tainted by lust
My love for you is not as cold as frost
My love for you is not swayed by gust
My love for you is not meant to rust.

My love for you is not a baby’s toy
My love for you is not bug and alloy
My love for you is not to suck bestial joy
My love for you is not the love of Troy.

My love for you is a fragrant flower
My love for you is a soothing shower
My love for you is Cherubins’ choir
My love for you is peace pouring bower.

My love for you is as soft as a rose petal
My love for you is as precious as gold metal
My love for you is as nourishing as pure milk
My love for you is as lofty as the Everest peak.

My love will stir you earnestly each passing moment
You will keep inhaling its eternal heavenly scent.
Remorse you will for pitting on my love a bitter dent
And comply with yourself: “He was truly a lover decent.”

N.B: Cherubins means kinds of angels close to God.

©Shankar D Mishra    23.01.2017