For You

When the sun kisses the sky the early morn ;

and a cold breeze tickles the dancing corn.

Water 's the first to touch you pink and white ;

A poor lover can but behold this pretty sight.

You caress the flowers as you tread your way ;

Lucky those drones; they make you blush away.

You lighten up the mood with your songs melodious ;

And the chirping birds prove a good chorus.

But you don't seem to perceive this lonely drone,

who waits by the wayside all alone.

Desirous of a glance and a possible smile,

but perceives instead, a ship sinking in the Nile.

I envy the overcoat which everyday you wear ;

My arms can give the same warmth, I swear.

Try being in love this once, my dear ;

This Romeo promises love with unabated cheer.

Love is being that close to inhale the same warm air ;

Love sharpens when the eyes get locked in a stare ;

Love happens when the hearts beat in the same rhythm ;

Love is nurtured when the souls sing in synchronism ;

What 's an awe for the scepter without its diadem ;

What 's so beautiful of a leaf without a dew gem ;

What 's so precious of Mona Lisa without that placid smile ;

And what 's so complete about me without you on my side ;

Fruits of patience taste sweet ; so they say ;

This poem isn't just for the feelings to give way.

To your unobservant eyes it conveys a final retort ;

Now, my dear, the ball is in your court.

--- Saurabh