Poem Of Love
When the first rays of
the sun broke through the clouds,
When the birds greeted
the morn with their chirpy songs,
When the flowers danced
gaily with the gentle breeze,
It was then that I wrote
a poem of nature.
When the warmth of a
smile gladdened me,
When the wisdom of life
braved me,
When the little secrets
of thoughts shared me,
When that confident hand
assured me,
It was then that I wrote
a poem of friendship.
When the sorrow of death
pained me,
When the tears of hatred
saddened me,
When the hunger of the
poor starved me,
When the wars of
destruction tore me,
It was then that I wrote
a poem of grief.
When the depth of words
moved me,
When the love of life
enlivened me,
When the loyalties of
soul grappled me,
When the moments
immemorable remembered me,
When the eyes of
profound emotions held me,
When the tears of joy
touched me,
When the hands so gentle
caressed me,
When the true love of
hearts loved me,
It was then that I wrote
the poem of love,
Nothing, but the poem of
love.
~Neera~
