Monday, September 26, 2016

How many times, love,

How many times , love,
How many times, love,
Have I found the sombre feel
Of Himalayan range,
Upon you so beautifully sketched,

How many times, love,
Found I the fragrant blooms
In your garden shining
In early rain drenched morns,

How many times, love,
I lost my senses all
In thy Beauty so Divine,
In winters, summers and the Fall,

How many times, love,
Have I tried to adore you,
In paints, poems and lyrics,
In molten wax and honey dews.

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