Times have changed. For once, love resided in the beauty of heart and the delicate gestures one’s beloved made. But now, living in a transformed materialistic world, true love has lost its meaning.
I don’t want to say that it has evaporated from the surface of the planet; I want to point out that, the essence of beauty has been left behind us.
Thinking about the love of past eras always brought a smile on my face. An image of gorgeousness and surreal beauty drapes my eyes.
Here, in the poetry written below, I have made an attempt to capture the emotions faced by a lover who is deeply in love with his lady, comparing her to the Sun and stars and the other unstoppable forces of nature and its elements.
I’m just a lover, Shimmering like an evanescent night moon. Hovering on the brim of my beloved’s eye, Akin delicate ashes from a burnt paper bird, In a lone, sunlit room. I’m just a lover, Whose romance been enkindled by the Sun. Lost in the winter walk of my love amidst the snow in a bower, Where the feathery fragrance of her skin, Dissolve in the beautiful wind. I’m just a lover, Ruminating o’er the amber lit eyes of my love. Spinning webs of everlasting existence, Lying arm in arm under the moonless sky, With the stars lighting our boulevard to eternity. Who am I but a lover, Sighing like a withered furnace. Falling upon love in the moist clouds, Where the dew from the eyelashes of my love, Wet the ocean of my heart.
For easier understanding of the poetry: 1. Evanescent- Soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence 2. Hovering- Remain in one place in the air 3. Enkindled- Arouse or inspire 4. Bower- A pleasant shady place 5. Ruminating- Think deeply about something 6. Boulevard – A wide street, typically lined with trees 7. Withered – Become dry and shriveled.