Poem: Ineffable Count
How do I love... one can count the ways :
Like a Pearl in an Oyster; fathoms deep,
Pure, lustrous, rare; for the bravest to reap
Like Winter Sunshine, spreading, its rays,
The Core of Coconut, with its milky heap,
It satiates the parched, dusty and thirsty days
How do I love... one can count the ways:
Like the fragrance of flowers, wafting, to sweep,
Across the green of the valley; it stays
Echoing, like a cuckoo's song, haunting and deep,
Merging with the rainbow, after an April shower,
It’s unlike a sedate garden or a trim rose bower.
How do I love... one can count the ways:
Like a river; it meanders and flows;
It's steady, sure, serene and sweet;
Or much like a meteor, when it comes to meet
The earth; blazes a trail; as it leaves and goes.
It has ofttimes its intense highs or lows.
How do I love...
one can count the ways:
Despite, distance and dreary times,
It quiet and slow, and like the Bamboo, it’s taken
The seven years sabbatical to root; to grow,
It refuses to run away; it won't ever go;
Eternal, Sublime; is the love of mine.
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