The love of a poet
If I was a poet, if words were my arsenalIf feelings and thoughts, I could manipulate at will
If I could germinate vision out of my rhymes
You'd see a most beautiful body, while reading those lines
If time was not my enemy
If days and nights my sources of joy
If sleep and chaos were mutually exclusive
I'd be with you, for all my life
If I could be hypnotised by gaze
If I could be enchanted by view
No gaze or view would have the effect
That your rosy lips would do
If I could rest my head on
The softest, purest, prettiest cloud
And I could taste the nectar from
The gardens of heaven - then and now
And I could live my life fully
And I could paint white, my every regret
I would know what success would mean
For I would have you, to share it with
If pain and pleasure were synonymous
If Wine and Scotch could truly coalesce
If your passion reacted with my blood
As my yearning reacted with your soul
If all the lights went out at once
And the dark of night is all that's left
If the only sound that reach our ears
Is the breath of life, the moans of love
If the only birds that flew around our house
Was a golden eagle or a white dove
If the only clothing that brushed our skin
A blanket covering half of me, all of you
If lips and breasts and arms and feet
I could play with yours, at my will
If I could surrender myself to you
With all the grandeur of the himalayan roof
I'd know my life had meaning after all
For I would be yours as much as you'd be mine...
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2017-02-07 at 07:14
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