
I held you within me,
Akin to the sky,
Like it loves its serenity..
The sun with the sublime heat,
Bathed the heart with your name,
I compare my love,
With blood and its purity..
But with fire are blisters related,
And with sun, scorched scars,
And so with love is related,
The mournful tranquility.
But we must pay heed,
That.. With love unattended,
For months, days and weeks,
With no one to caress , none to seek,
It has ought to wither away,
With no soil to hold on to,
In an island so bleak.
Conclusions i shall not predict,
They are known to all,
To you and me,
All love meets the same end,
Traveling on the path of dismay,
Ending on the doors of uncertainties.
