Amare

By Shubham Kumar

What feeling is it

Which my heart abides,

Wandering within thy soul

For it is her presence which stood with character,

Came in a storm and took my agony on a toll

Who was she, how with a sway so strong

A mind would always dwell,

Yet her being was of no ordinary

One could perhaps tell

Wise men would now say to me,

When I glimpse at her, like she is the sun

Alas, you drank the divine poison now

For you might be in love young one,

Was I in love,

or was it an assertion too eager to fly

None could answer this

Since my own conscious about this wouldn’t try

All it took was her aura,

To dim the world which I despise,

Her air, was that of a saint

And to not fall, would now be my demise

Her touch was my bliss,

For her hands felt like home

And to not caress her fingers

Would be my eternal sin

Millions of stars, painted the canvas

For we were the witnesses of the night

In each other’s embrace we breathed

And it was here my millennia, I would spend

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The hatchling had now flown

And the doubt did not sustain

I was deeply in love

And in love I shall remain

Pious, I have become

To what she means to me

And one shall let the emotions seep through

When our tale comes to be

But thus, like a river in a ravine

A man shall too, pass

Yet the almighty could only take me away

Our love, will continue to last

To her, I wish all of the moon’s light

And all of the sun’s shade

For she made even the darkest gleam

Love is what cherished within us

And for it to live ageless, is the dream.

By Shubham Kumar