With splashes akin
To the morning waves; luscious
Your smell of skin,
Softness of the lips
As I, into the midday clouds
Stare- A visage!
The waning smiles
I still can reminisce
All the time.
Night grows deep in a mellifluous
Strain, starts to singe and seep
My heart-
Heeding to the still promises
Sung for me
With the tiding moon,
Miles away too soon;
Comes again gentle your touch.
The stars like temple bells
Upon the yellow this winter,
Dangles for me,
And forever snows enchanted,
A silent Himalayan lake,
Tranquil and brimming with love
Are only comparison I can make!
Tonight I know
A lonesome pain it will be
And I, for the prime time-
Oh! Never before, but
Pour for me some champagne strong,
Then shades drawn
Sing some doleful song.
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