Life was
monotonous, mechanized and a routine chore,
Obediently
crawling on its stereotype way without colors and pleasures.
Plump
darkness reigned the closed chamber of my heart,
Away from
any hope and desire of a light of love reaching it.
Meanwhile
from among the unknown faces of the earth,
Up came a
pretty face full of lights, colors and worth.
Discipline,
philanthropy adorned her generous heart,
Ravishment,
radiance, righteousness, reliability was her aspect.
As an angel, she
arrived with a lamp of love for me, the bereft.
Patiently she
heard the sad story of my lost pleasure,
Reluctantly
but humbly, I shared the truth layer by layer.
Inching closer
to my ear, she whispered not to be carried away by the past,
Advised me
to not to cry over the split milk and live for the present.
The time
has never introduced me with such a compassionate person,
As her my
friend, philosopher, teacher, adorer, muse and patron.
My gloomy
core began to glow, illuminated by the light of her love,
And it folded
her in its casket, as I gradually surrendered to her in love.
Its vows,
your spread and the worth of your precious gift.
I will keep
it burning; my pen will sing its glory forever,
I will remain
ever obliged to you for the light you shared.
Well -composed,excellent.
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