My whole and entire is YOU
When LOVE-soul-connect happened
At once I knew I was not "I"
I was "YOU"

Not that magnificent as I wanted to
I'm not above others, not lower them
I was covered with dust and ice till then
But now, I can see a thousand births

On your sunlit sparkle dazzle
You turn my vacance illuminate
Foggy became our image of "I"
You just cleared the smoke screen light

Within days, Our lives drenched
Strayed from life to wanderlust again

Natural it was for us to connect
To let us play "AGAPE LOVE" game
Nothing ever un-stitches our bond
No scissors nor knives makes the cut

Stayed, huddled and jagged
You & I - BE part of the cosmic "ONE"
Now, none is wasted in dictum of Holocene

We have arrived on a ramp of LOVE
Head over heels, drove down the streets
Like Thelma and Louise on our feet

OUR LOVE feels like epochs
We be the DUST of the wind
And we think we are still "FREE"

Evening time blossoms
Trees darken against dim sky
Everything quietens

love is the sweetest seed
you'll ever plant in a heart
to make it enduringly flourish
tend it well from the start

love's blossom shall grow
into a beautiful array
an exquisite rouge rose
cherished for its display

Valentine the perpetual
gardener of endearedness
cares with a loving touch
profound in true closeness

Life's too brief
To waste it in nights of grief,
Wake up and live.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeirah, Dubai. 14th.Feb.2018.

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She walks the castle walls at night,
with a rose held fast in her fingers,
the mist rolls away across the land,
the memory of her lover still lingers.

Cold flagstones beneath her slippered feet
hold the histories of the aeons tight.
Old battles, wars, and terrifying sieges,
ghosts of ancient warriors wail in the night.

And still she clutches his parting gift,
she wears the bond burden of his ring,
his love weighs upon her broken heart,
tears flow free with a melancholic sting.

They fall upon the stones and disappear,
additions to the heavy tomes of history,
little gems writing sadness in a story,
as she stares into the distance so wistfully.


© Pagan Paul (10/02/18)