The Mother In Me

I never believed in love at first sight until I saw him.
He was taking a siesta when I saw him for the first time,
Peacefully sleeping without knowing how many admirers he had.
He might have known if he had opened his eyes for a tad.
He was dressed in Citron colored fabric,
And I felt my heart skipping a beat from being rhythmic.
I held out my hand to reach his cheek,
Which twitched before I could give him a peck.
And I stood stealing glance at his face, moon-alike,
That shone brightly among all the swarming public.
I awaited for a week to see him, by and by,
The one that stole my heart within the blink of an eye.
The day arrived, and I saw him dressed in pink,
Same as the color of his chubby cheeks.
And for the first time, I carried him in my arm;
He placed his chin on my shoulder, gentle and warm.
The fragrance of his baby soft disheveled hair
Proliferated all around in the air.
Our eyes met as he delivered his toothless smirk,
And he let oodles of his spittle gleek.
With a burdened heart I handed him over to his mother,
And I felt a rush of emotions inside me, a shake, a wuther.
My anticipations to see that little brat again, is still the same;
Nowadays I am seeing a mother in me, inside this young dame.

Dedicated to little boy Jeshurun.

The Temptation

I am trying to desist admiring and thinking of thee,
But the moment I backtrack  thou haunt me with tons of thy memory,
That like a thunderbolt hit me intensely.
The smile of thine makes the whole world around me completely fuzzy,
And insists me to stay with thee.
I devote the moments thou spent with me.
At some corner of my heart, safe will be my zeal for ye.
Let it stay inside my heart as a secret beauty.
For thou will know or apprehend how much I crave thee.
And thou inhold wee little eyes that only looks but wouldn't see me.
But, with all my soul I adore thee ardently,
Despite the fact that thou could never be with me.
At least in my next life, let the grace of God grant thou as my progeny;
Yet, my desire, my passion for thou will be till the eternity.

Dedicated to baby boy Jeshurun. 

THE SOVEREIGN OF MY HEART

The love that I had been aspiring
All my life has turned to be you;
In you I have found the essence of my being;
Because of you, I am born anew.

The great wall that I had built
Around my heart is broken.
For your charismatic smile did melt
All the fret and angst I had kenned.

I do not know how to explain
The love I have for thee.
You have enthroned as Sovereign
Over my soul, my core, my entity.

I will teach the sweetest Philomels
To sing of you, my flame.
All the blossoms on the Terra will effloresce
As they hear the birds spell your name.

I perceive my own reflection,
The genuine me when I see thee;
The image that seeps through my quintessence,
And runs in me as my vitality.

I adore you more and more with each passing day,
That even if the moon turns red,
Or the sun turns grey,
My piety and love for you will never fade.

My love for you is as depth as the ocean,
That you would never find the coast.
My love for you is as the blue welkin,
That would never be creased.

As much as the stars in the Universe,
So countless is my love for you.
And I would clash the whole earth with the seas
To let you know how fervently I love you.

My love for you is like a pearl in the oyster, 
Puzzling at the beginning  hard to be conceived.
But once I'd known the greatness of my emperor - 
Exalted as a precious pearl in the oyster, 
I'm gratified  honored and proud of the reward I've received - "You!"

Dedicated to my most beloved  my dearest. 

The Veridical Gratification

Doctor Faustus, what do you think will suffice a man?
His wealth, his fame, or being surrounded by young women?
Will a man be contented
With the talents and wealth that he does inhold?

What will satisfy the humans?
A Palace full of diamonds and gold coins?
A kiss from Helen of Troy?
Or Mephistopheles as their pageboy?

Do you know where does the legitimate content comes from?
It comes only from the God, the most supreme.
For, he satisfies our soul with the goodness of the earth
And crowns us with his grace and mirth.

The everlasting God reigns forever,
Sempiternal is his glory and power;
To those who run unto his feather,
He will be the greatest refuge and unending shelter.

He sees all the men from his throne.
Nobody, nothing can hide us from his vision.
He is maker of all earth and heaven,
The almighty, the redeemer, the most holy one.

He consoles the wounded, grieving heart,
And mends the soul that is torn apart.
The righteous will rise, and as eagles will they soar;
They will rule the world, and as lions will they roar.

He delivers the ones who repent
And pours water on the people who are athirst.
Obey and follow the Lord, for, he will increase your honor,
Restore your soul with wisdom and will make you prosper.

Joy comes to the ones who seek him;
He is mighty to deliver us from the depth of the sins.
He lifts his beloved ones and enthrones them,
And fulfills the desires of their heart with abundance.

Repent your sins before the evil days commence,
For, the day of the man are like languid grass.
To those who fear him, he is compassionate.
His loving kindness is everlasting and incessant.

Remember your creator in the days of your youth;
For, the reward of sin is only death.
The covenant with Lucifer is horrific and terrible;
Doctor  Faustus, he will take you to the everlasting fire, the hell.

Inspired from Christopher Marlowe's "Doctor Faustus"

Love at my Lawn

As fiery as the rising sun,
You bloom in your own realm;
Each as royal as Queen
Clothed with excellence and charm,
With the loveliness of yellow and brown-
And with imperial elegance, each day you blossom;
As regal and tender as linen,
So is your simulacrum.
Your beauty shines at the break of dawn
And veils itself while the sun goes gloom.
Why don't you sprout at my garden?
Why don't you reveal your grace at my home?
My house is not as huge as a mansion
Or as sacred as a sacellum.
But, my little home will become shrine
If you would grow at my teeny farm.
I will adore you at my lawn
Each day and night, constantly, all the time.
While you reveal and conceal your lure that is divine,
Sunflowers, I will worship the way you blossom.

My Little Doll

I love it when your golden cheeks
Blush pink as I carry you in my arms.
So delicate is your touch as dew on the rose;
The flowers will secrete nectar at the slightest touch of your tiny fingers.
And will bloom as you display your immaculate smiles;
Will they adore you stringing together as garlands
And dress you up with their fragrance.
I adore the way you slumber in peace,
When the whole world around you rever your presence.
I never knew that I was fond of toddlers
Unless I envisioned your toothless simpers.
I cherish those moments over and over now, in your absence.