All for Love
How happy have we been!
when the rose bud sprouting at teen
at the grassy campus of my heart
we never make us feel hurt.
We wandering wanderer
island of mystery sit together
face to face on dried
soft clean grass blade,
the mystery of the world could see I
still now into the deep love ball of your eye.
Sit together facing the Taj at I stare
as a romantic Shakespearean love jester,
three million years passes by present still at
I sit overflowing brooke bank by your heart
time rolling hearing brooding songs
of our heart whispering lingering down sun
setting as if Homerian lotus island
a peg of heavenly drinks in hand
full to the brim with bursting bubbles
and heart touching popping up dimples.
What do you see?
Oh, my love, a simple quarrie,
I couldn't chat back with a panting heart
I always see the colorful printed dress
Lightening blush, cascading fall of hairs
as if thy west up to rolling down Niagaras.
Oh, my love, still your tightening stony flush
angle eyes, heaving Atlanta waves gush
sparks in between the rosy lips
that stimulates my lovelorn heart and peeps.
The living memoirs peeping and haunting
the sacred chamber my heart of which in
I nurse my love with pretty brooding
when my excited love bleeds
when cristal drips from my love burnt eyes
believe, o, my loving legend love, believe
let my love be alive at
in the diamond palace of my heart.
The poet is a short story writer and columnist