TILL I RETURN...

Dear with reverence
this is the gift of my reference
I thought of this as a gem
but material wealth is not my health
it is not my fountain of youth
for our preceded days will sooth
in time we have invested
time with memorable moments infested
as for me dear...
I perceive it more precious than deemed
for it seems my esteemed
sychronicity is the chronology of love to eternity

Oh my adorable nightingale
why do you shine night in the day of my departure?
you are the apple of my eye
so when you cry mine are a fountain
to drown our fruit sweetheart
be strong like strings of a guitar
which vibrate in harmonious rhythms
be sensitive like the placid surface of a pool
where my love penetrates and sinks to the bottom
for a queen you are to grace the throne

My beloved
take this photograph of the moon
in its elusive and enigmatic moonlight
always know my love is the sun
that is shining in the day beyond the night
and whenever dawn is at hand
smile when the sun rises
when cloudy don't wither
you are always that beautiful flower
with crystalline silver orbs of dew

Every time it will rain
always know I cry for our love
whenever flowers bloom
I am remembering your queenly splendour and beauty
whenever trees bear fruits
always know my love has blossomed
whenever the clock ticks
never doubt that I left for I am always with you
truly I will return
but it pains me that you will be gone...
nevertheless I will return to your absence
and rule in forgiveness and happiness