The Lady and Her Lover — Anisha Sharma

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.