Immortal Love !

Slow, unhindered and deep

I let a beautiful feeling seep.

Something I thought was love

and a blessing from above.

Love became the religion,

oscillating across the perigean,

life tied on the thread of breath

was slipping away to death.

It was my faith in everything

that was mine, thrown in the ring.

The thin breath that kept me alive,

moved in a rhythm to thrive.

That rhythm was of thy name

and that was my mind’s flame.

It made me write your songs,

those will be sung by the throngs.

Like the desert has as aspiration,

prayers of the deep meditation,

waiting for the torrential rain,

to wash away the years of pain.

The thought of such rain

is only refuse of the slain,

those who wither in an affair

often experience this flair.

Sometimes it is a mirage

of a beautifully crafted collage,

made of such sweat dreams

that come bursting on seams.

A love that has a happy ending

has an ordinary standing.

A love that tears the heart

is an immortal love from the start.