my sweet, sweet love <br />he has called many times and yet, <br />for fear and family restraint, I have not gone; <br />my sweet lover, <br />he sends me whispers and notes that <br />he will meet me by the lake <br />where the lonely paths of fine sand meet; <br />and there by the green lake <br />is the cool mango grove <br />and he shall wait, leaning against the tallest tree; <br />ah, when he calls again and again, <br />as his life depends on seeing me, <br />as my own on seeing him, <br />how can I say No? <br /> <br /> <br />though maid or sister will not come to accompany me <br />still I shall go, trusting in love and the doves and the deer <br />that shall bring me to my sweet, sweet love <br />who waits patiently…<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-my-love-calls/
