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