My love for you: A poem 

I am a nereid, not of water, but of earth 

There is no blanket of encumbering dirt 

that cloaks me as I play in the flower beds 

And even though I got cut by thorns and bled, 

there were coloured pearls that I always shed 

And they were not only in shades of red 

I am no empowered, mighty wizard king 

I don’t own everything, not even anything 

But I own a love-kissed magic ring 

that when I hear the eternal phoenix sing 

I fly even on a torn and broken wing 

and it feels like dawn every evening 

Yester-aeons flock like cattle in my ranch 

And, so, there’s fruit on every branch 

Will you come to me and share the picking? 

Time will, then, stand still even if the clock keeps ticking 

I feel the lifeless mountains yonder awaken 

For, the pauper’s soul is strong and never taken 

There are lush pastures that lie more within 

For I know my love for you will never be smitten