The day that I am blessed enough
To sip the craved nectar that "fools" call love,
The day a drop falls into my cup,
My deserts will become rose-gardens,
And my rose-gardens will become verdant forests of bloom!
My beloved is every question I ask,
Every breath I breathe,
Every step I take,
Every sight I see!
His honeyed words ring through my ears,
Through my very soul!
The cooling dew on my brow roused me.
I awoke, drunk with intoxication and bliss.
I must have dreamt of you.
Poetry » Love Rated: K, English, Words: 94, Favs: 2, Published: 6/22/2004