IF THEY ONLY KNEW...

Immature love says: 'I love you because i need you.' Mature love says ' I need you because I Love you' - Eric Fromm

Daily I seem to find,

That your thoughts,

As cream of the crop,

Never miss a leaf in my mind.

Right from the start -

Of our adventurous binge,

Thoughts of you have never skipped,

Even a beat in my heart!

Maybe it’s your brown complexity,

That sifted texture,

In apotheosis painting you,

As a charming daughter of the land,

African as can be…

Or your tall and friendly portfolio,

That makes you a perfect perennial plant,

In this life’s prairies,

Especially for a weary hunter,

Gatherer,

In search of rest and shade,

Perhaps it’s your high-spirited drive,

And defiant devotion,

Burning candles at both ends;

That leaves poverty saying,

‘I have nothing – on you’!

If only your 25cm waistline,

Were used as a measuring stick,

To put up famous structures,

Across the world,

I’d plainly illustrate,

Without batting an eyelid:

Not even the mouthwatering Burj Khalifa in Dubai,

Nor the magnificent La Pedrera of Barcelona,

Could level up to your physical standards;

A true masterpiece.

I understand you get hurt easily,

Then burst down and bawl,

I find that remarkably artistic – Ironic,

Needless to say,

A good paint is wet on first strokes,

Taking ample time to dry too,

And while your tears may not necessarily be,

Those of the Sun,

Whenever you cry,

Pour out your sorrows,

And your face turns red,

With dark shadows circling your eyes,

This strikes the chord with me!

I usually caption the magical waterfalls in a tropical island,

Aah! The corals!

Standing in the middle of an ocean,

Hidden from the rest of the world -

Not even a fool can turn away from that beloved view!

And like this ravishing island,

How strong it holds down the currents,

Precious corals unmoved,

Your inner conventional poise,

Shells your being,

Harder than that of a tortoise…

I still wonder who said,

That your hazel sorrowful eyes,

Cannot light up skies,

Had they known how my life gets dark and gray?

Only for you to chase those stormy clouds away,

They wouldn’t dare cloud your thoughts,

With their rain-less opinions!

The brown tinge in your eyes,

Combined with your Eco-conscious toned soul,

Generously,

Gives me an impressive view of the outdoors,

A good feel of being one with nature.

Oh! Lest I forget,

I wish they knew how you smile,

Bubbling up like a fresh jasmine,

Graced by the morning beams,

Full of life,

Zest with fragrance,

You’d make their lives worthwhile,

Right from the onset -

Hopefully till my sunset;

As you do mine!

SilentDreamer’17