On the lonely cliffs of Clais <br />In our wooden home, sitting on the cane chair, <br />where the full moon in blaze <br />comes to our window for a stare. <br />you sing a song in a low voice - slowly <br />as i play the harp in your hair. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Roaring waves calls in the southern breeze <br />to get in between us, in shear jealous. <br />Getting defeated in finding a space <br />its makes ur hair a complete mess. <br />It rushes back happy about the ruin <br />unaware that it gave my fingers a boon <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Around the room watching this <br />are all the books that nurtured us. <br />But still you sing like a lark <br />and except you, my world goes dark. <br />Flowers of night and angels envy <br />so they requests sun to come by. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Brighter and hotter comes in the sun <br />But it seemed like a firefly before <br />the live valcano of our passion. <br />Our breath became poems and <br />so did our sweat - Love, love <br />and love was all that they said. <br /> <br /> <br />Days, Years and centuries did pass <br />still we lay there in each others warm arms. <br />Moon became stone and Sun a black hole <br />but none was able to unwind our souls. <br />Then we slowly start waning <br />and this world doing all the learning. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />'They were the greatest lovers <br />and will live ever, even after this universe'<br /><br />Putholi Arumugham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-with-my-soulmate/
