A Message To My Beau

To my Beau,
A message to you :
Each day doesn't pass
Without your memories.

I am sleepless,
And restless,
With no companion
To hear my mourn.

We may be apart,
But my whole heart
Replays our memories
As lovely reveries.

Want

A soul
That consoles,
A shoulder
That bears,
A hand
That holds,
And arms
That caress,
Are all I want
Until I exist. 

Time

Time -
It changes,
It judges,
It teaches,
It preaches,
It agonizes,
It harmonizes,
It strengthens,
It ruins;
Of all,
We enroll
Ourselves in full -
To learn survival.

Eros

On a moon lit night,
He held my hands tight
And walked me to his flat,
That was filled with jasmine scent.

He intoxicated me with his smile;
I drowned in him for a while,
As he ran on my face his finger
And nuzzled behind my ear.

He grasped my hand and did say,
"This is our most special day."
Both our hearts beat faster,
As he came closer.

He lifted up my chin,
And kissed me with passion;
I will never forget the day for ages,
For that was when we consummated our marriage. 

Journey

My journey so far has been so hard;
It began with walking through pleasant grassland,
Then through the Scorching desert
Where I desired the mirage, athirst;
I swam through the fierce oceans
And was beaten by the tides,
Now I am standing at the edge of the Hades
Where the burning fire wants me dead;
All the way through this journey
I have lost myself, my reality;
Now standing at the mouth of abyss,
Should I fall to rest in peace?
Or should I continue my voyage
To find myself peace and sage?

Earthly Angel

When the sun falls down,
And the sky is kissed by the moon,
I lay awake on my bed,
Dreaming of my beloved.

She is as fragrant as rose,
Her hair is jet black falls,
Her eyes resemble fish,
Her voice is as sweet as thrush.

If pondering of her could give me shivers,
How would it be to lie beside her?
She is an earthly angel,
My beloved, dearest girl! 

Perfectly Imperfect

Perfectly imperfect I am,
Flawed in my very nature -
Emotionally swinging from
Intense nourishment and nurture
To arrogance at times,
As tides in the ocean water
Ebbing and flowing as rhythm;
I am an oxymoron all the more
With all sort of mannerism,
And medley of various behaviors
Bound together in a human form -
In a perfectly imperfect creature.

Memory

I am filled with thoughts of you;
As a sword stabs a narrow,
It hurts me so,
Pervading me with woe;
Lo, I am all alone now,
Forsaken by my love;
Your memories spread through
My flesh and blood with rue.

I never did presume you would leave;
Yield the moments we did weave,
Take some and give me some;
I shall go and never come;
Let us cherish the good moments,
And not regret the bad instance;
Just let the memories stay,
Even when we are far away.