Slow the Love (True Whispers) <br /> <br />As the Indian princess lowers her gaze <br />Looks at the sand at her feet <br />Wet with the tears from her eyes <br />The wait long for her wandering prince <br />Who gave her his heart of gold <br />And stories of love he had told <br />Arrived not at the garden <br />Shimmering silver and gold <br />Rusted brown and black <br />Beyond recognition the <br />Palace of love dusty and grey <br />All the leaves unfold <br />The love he promised <br />The kisses he saved <br />He gave it to another <br />Her love he sold <br />The heart of gold in her <br />Trembling fingers melted <br />The wine she saved for him <br />Froze and the words she <br />Spoke hid behind the <br />Sorrowful eyes, slow <br />And slow her heart, <br />Heart of gold broke <br />(Reshma Ramesh) <br /> <br />Yes your heart speaks here <br /> <br />Well you add <br /> <br />That the heart he gave in gift <br />I shall worship all life <br />As one day in his city of love <br />I shall enter <br />Carrying his name <br />To the temple we go <br />All that I said <br />All that I heard <br />From my heart I shall <br />In the eloquence of Vedas <br />And books ancient <br />In the music <br />of tan sen <br />In the whirls of dervishes <br />I sing to him for my heart says <br />He loves me only and only me <br />(Sadiqullah Khan) <br />28/1/2009<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slow-the-love-true-whispers/
