For you, Arpit...

I'll sit by this fire and read a book
When I'm old and grey and full of sleep.
I'll recall themild, watery look
in your eyes and the shadow so deep
of life on your pacid face
like a climbingmoon upon an empty sky.
Once again I'll fall in love with you.
Once again my heart will cry.
While I still can, let me write for you
The Love I lived, the Life I knew.
Let me pour my heart into rhymes
so that you, in the coming times,
May know I loved you so well.
May these words, all they can, tell.


~Riya~