This is a great poem. In the same motifs I tarry.
In my sottish haze and in my weariness,
I date my spirit ….my tender memory of love;
My moon and moonshine; my sun and sunshine;
My garden and water; my grape and grape wine.
Swooning to a celestial tune, to the soulful strain of love;
I breathe in, every wee drop of Elysian ecstasy.
Torn and born in your love, I am fated to you, my beloved.
Ceasing my search and leading my life in you.
Drawing in repose and unfreezing my agony in you.
Intoxicated by your love to the rim……
Chancing no other argue to frown,
I just drown……….drown to the unfathomable grace of YOU.
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