Dear, <br />My love for you: <br />the Song of Songs, <br />The Canticle of Canticles! <br /> <br />Your love: <br />redder and sweeter <br />than wine <br />brewed from my blood <br />innocent of love! <br /> <br />Your love: <br />a Beethoven symphony <br />in a deep ocean of silence: <br />yet unplayed, <br />a birdsong: yet unsung, <br />a drizzling in desert: <br />yet unfell! <br /> <br />The scent of your love: <br />the scent of all spices <br />watered with my young blood! <br />May be you are dark, <br />but your mind: <br />whiter than wild lilies! <br /> <br />Dearest, <br />let your grace <br />be the blood that flows <br />through my veins... <br />Let your dreams be the oasis <br />in my deserted life, <br />morning twilight in my vineyard <br />and in my darkened soul! <br /> <br />Tell me Solomon, <br />without you, is there <br />any love? Any love songs? <br />Any deep ecstasy of love? <br /> <br /> <br />27.05.98<br /><br />premji premji<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/106-the-canticle-of-canticles/
