with closed eyes <br />and no growing wings <br />I fell in love with you. <br />flying into that huge valley <br />with heart, with songs and letters. <br />I needed nothing except spirit for my body. <br /> <br />all the clocks had two hands. <br /> <br />but because I can love, <br />because between I and Love <br />there is no visible bridge, but poetry, <br />I made you <br />into the last prophet of love <br />in this world. <br /> <br />I shared with you my cage, my words, my eyes. <br /> <br />my only desire was to be heard, <br />my visions needed to be seen by you. <br />yet your axioms didn't see the poet in me. <br />your amalgamations refused the bird in me, <br />addicted to receive your daily care. <br /> <br />that is why you are still here <br />capable of giving freedom and love. <br />and why, I, as a weaver of the most beautiful dreams, <br />am still translating you <br />into my native tongue.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ensnared-2/
