Effervescent love

I wonder of the girth of love

I carry for you, which is covered-

With red-subtle handwoven silk,

Treasured as the most beautiful of expressions…

The love, that is effervescent in the crystal tumbler,

Sweet as the nectar untouched,

Still naive in the womb of the flower;

Untouched, unblemished and most pristine…

The gesture reflected in the eyes,

Making it sparkle even in the darkness,

And I remember looking at the lantern,

With the flickering lights,

And you reassured me of my being.

I wonder, of remaining ignorant of oneself,

If you never chose to be in.

Let the crystal tumbler be overpoured

And spilled...