1 month ago
Please tell her this
Someone has secretly kissed my hands,
and left in my core, a seed of love.
Someone has secretly stolen my tears,
and left in my eyes, a fountain of hope.
Someone has secretly caressed my hair,
and left in my temple, a crown of warmth.
Someone has secretly read my poems,
and left in between the verses, a fingertip of her smiles.
Someone has secretly whispered in my ears,
and left in my mind, a gentle wind of waltz.
Someone has secretly fragmented my years,
and left in my soul the undying shyness of youth.
Someone has secretly sung my songs,
and left in the chorus a cadence of the wedding bells.
Ah! I know not, who she is.
I don’t know if she is real or a fleeting reverie.
If you see her, my Lord, please tell her this:
I would pluck a star from the sky
And would lay it on the pupil of her eyes
Without clouding the sky, and would
Leave all that is me.
If I only were to hold her in my arms forever more.