Thus Spake My Beloved-01


Like a tiny bud
on a tender twig
I feel safe
in your presence
although for so small
a period in the class.

Like a gentle sunshine
on the grassy meadow
your tender touch
with an aesthetic smell
fill the veins of my soul.

Like the winged cloud
on the blue autumn sky
your look through
my eyes curious and thirsty
charge me and my whole being.

Like a song of river
snaking through the heart’s valley
you made my world
so melodious, so harmonious
I love the way you are.

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