The Love Poem


Battered out of shape I put on faces,

smiling for you and only you in the garden,

where sits beauty amid the birds chirping a song,

of separation in the world already separated,

When I don’t see you in the sky or in the garden,

then sets my alarm going as you have reappeared,

from the dream of love in lonely place,

I knock the door, your door in anticipation,

of more love  soothing my body like water,

flowing through the river soothing the depths,

of me hardly having been called lover by your senses.


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