While we live, in love let’s so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Of the hopeless fusion of your presence and absence,
I have found the secret of loving you
Always for the first time.
To be in love,
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
We love thee to the depth and breadth and height,
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
More than ever you are lasting long,
my love for you will forever prolong.
Let us dive and beneath our feet by the sea,
a place with you where I would love to forever meet.
My love towards the moon and your love towards clouds,
You satisfied all my wants.
Meeting in your aspect and eyes;
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
This is the endless wanderlust: dervish,
the one vast claiming heart,
the glimmering.
6th is the day I found you,
16th is the day I arose with you.
Your eventful arms,
towards the unsurpassed.
I see a beautiful life ahead with you,
My love for you will always be true.
Your two great eyes will shine suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my heart, the wound is quick and keen.
I carry your heart with me,
My thoughts about you are unnerved but precise.
My light during darkness,
forever my love and life.
About the author
Himashree loves philosophy and literature. She is an author who accumulates her feelings and emotions through writing them in essays, stories, and poems.