THE LADY AND HER LOVER Anisha Sharma
When I speak of you, my dearest lover, My eyes glitter like freshly polished stone; My lips, rose-red, breath-sweet, speech can’t discover But only hums the song with a honey tone.
One no one sees, hears, nor touches but me; And if you disappear without a trace, You’ll take with you my heart and its key. I will travel to the deepest forest, Summit the tallest mountain from the plain; To hold you in my arms, my dearest, To burn away our darkest pain. I love you, dearest, oh how I love you so, And you loved me once too, long, long, ago.
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