My love is warm ardour
From candle’s shivering flame
Kindled by kind words
blown out of existence.
My love is song sonorous
Crooning in absence
A treasury of hopes
Sung into silence.
My love is wordless prayers
countless reveries
Infinite beads on
Endless rosaries.
My love is softness without
Armour, yours defencelessly
Hours without numbers
Pleated ceaselessly.
My love is a stand upon dream’s quicksand
Drowning softly in the spiralling mire
Your hand withdrawn I won’t walk on
Seductive pulls your gyre.
My love gave up expectations
of even a grain of honour
Without your acknowledgement
Or respect
Love beats in cowardly tremors
Love is facing fading hopes
With tears within
Smiles without
A smouldering heart discarding armour
And choosing not to doubt.
Love is walking away
Without needing to turn around
Because looking back at the bend
is not allowed
He follows you not,
But you are not alone
Your love stays the course
being both your caul and shroud.
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© Amrita Valan 2014
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