Love Whisperer

Finally,
These unsealed murmurs; I love thee

Have you tried kissing the morning dew?
Like she did –
after her shattered dreams
Only seem to take its infant steps.
When you embrace sorrowful nights,
she marveled –
Upon the bright night
amused with glorified lies

Have not your senses enlightened?
She kissed the next Friday joyful morning dew
with warmer crimson cheeks
with togetherness of faith, love
She plucks the essence of endearment
She trades dreary indigo into vibrant dove

Gently adorned sweetest love, thy grin
As lovers of November
might have had
but both leered as cracked vows crept in
Let calm prayer ascends in continuity –
Allows us to paddle with decency
Neither us swim so deep, without impairment
for we are not deity, love
we are but dancing nymphs
we strive, without mystical force
of our own but God’s miracles
Like she did, we too must –
attend many healings
for our little but most painful wounds.
Like she had, we too must
kiss the morning dew.
After mournful nights, after scornful fights.

These whispers I blow to thine ears
I, love, is your persuasion, by which –
I tell you tales of a dainty legendary
By which – here I write
To shed away your gray doubts of you and me –
Because I too, love, can be your sweet affliction.

Syima M.A
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