Who is His Beloved

I wondered alone in wild

No knowledge - like a tender child

Lovingly, he held me in his arms

And I surrendered to his charm

He softly touched my soul

His eyes- like a wine filled bowl

I drank from them through silent nights

And lost my my senses and sights

A storm broke the palace's peace

With an innocent noise, a tone laced with grief

A gentle voice , soft as petal bed

Whispered - " I am his beloved"