A poem to my eternal love: A poem 

Even the universe is not alone 

And it is a school where lessons are learnt 

where countless eyes seek 

places of ultimate repositories 

There are no gift-wrapped presentations, however, 

There are no bouquets with luminescent messages 

telling you it is as easy as a walk in a garden 

You must wait…be as patient as a desert 

expecting the earth’s geography to change 

The skies only descend after long lengths of time 

when even shadows become as corporeal as spirits 

that feel like eternity in the arms of The Supreme  

And I always knew the woods of my life 

would not outlast the soul of my earth 

because of the warmth of your fire