I said,”You are the mass of water
eroding the bedrock,falling tremendously, spectacular
with cascading style orchids on its sides“…..”just being caught!“
He said,“….What?“
I said,”You are the book ,full of stories creating
livelihood on my mind,guiding me throughout
the grudges and woes“….”as an Armour against the foe…”
He said ,”Please!… Use some ‘light’ to throw..“
I said,”Grammatically,Your voice is the superlative adjective
for the word ‘melody’….“….”isn’t it a bless?“
He said,”Gone psycho, I guess..“
I said,”HEHE!….You are the one ,
for whom I refer to Rumi’s quotes….“
He said,”Mad Girl,cute Sproat…!“
I said,”YES! Mad?!- a lot!a lot in your Love,
and this is how I would die ,into the love I have for you,
as pieces of clouds dissolve in the sunlight.“……………………”and now,
don’t you utter a word,or ask for a clue…”
“All I wanted to say was……. in short– I LOVE YOU!“
