The moon sweetly poured over the window sill <br />and said ' Ye pretty maiden, say, what is your will? ' <br />'The stars twinkle, the sun shine' said I <br />'Cherubic moon, you dine in your milky light.' <br />'Then why is there darkness in my humble abode? ' <br />'Ah! that my lovely lady, open your eyes to beauty, <br />open your heart to love, your ears to music, <br />open yourself to God and then you will see, <br />light will shimmer even when the sun don't shine <br />and the stars don't twinkle and my dear lady <br />that is when I will make you thine.'<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/make-you-thine/
