Tuesday, November 13

But 4 You...

Lilies of the spring are in gloom,
But for your smile with which they bloom.
First drops of rain aren't with bliss,
But the moist impact of your kiss.
Benighted are those summer suns rays,
Which don't cascade off your face.
Drops of winter snow isn't cool,
But for the warmth of your wool.
Roses red are colourless, faded,
But for your lips blush shaded.
* * * * * *
Cascade of reminiscence never ever dry,
Sweet moments too can make you cry.
Memories titillate, they tantalize true,
But I hope my sorrow never haunted you.
Your land is not of soundless birds,
But a garden full of primrose tufts.
You don't lie buried in a grave over there,
But asleep in the deep of my heart here.
These lines don't make for beauty a poem,
But because written in your memoriam...

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