Sunday, March 20, 2016

Where not have i found you?

Where not have I found thee?
From my waking and going
To our garden of birth,
From our rising to the ethereal rise,
From our evenings singing melodious
A tune of our selves being drenched to the core,
To our nights when we came swimming seven seas, ashore,

From our million births and few million more
Deaths that came to us with Love,
Where not have you found me, love?

Remember the battles we won and lost?
Remember our settling down like doves
On branches of our cherry Tree so filled with Love?

Love, where not i have found thee.

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