Beloved, a poem by Govinda Krishna Chettur

You are the Rose of me,

In you have I lost myself utterly,

Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,

About me ever lies;

I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy

And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes

You are the Dream of me,

My visions many-footed flit and flee

Beneath the jewelled arches of Life’s grace

But through lone nights and days,

One form I follow, and mine eyes but see

The dear delightful wonder of your love-lit face

You are the Greatness of me,

My thoughts are Beauty shaped exquisitely

To the rare pattern of your loveliness

Exceeding all excess:

And the strange magic of this mystery,

Steals weight from burdened hours, and woe from weariness


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