Let us drink this sea, until we swim fully in red; Let us climb this hill, until we reach a vine yard; Perhaps we both do not know where to go further; But sure, I shall hold your hands, nothing to bother; You are the only sacred women to whom I am in love; I shall nurture your soul so pure like a white dove ! Let me sing aloud on your beautiful glazing cheeks; Let me kiss on your lips, while climbing the peeks ! Perhaps we both do not know how to live together; But sure, I shall not leave; will hold to my shoulder ! You are the only intoxicating drink, too delicious; I shall shelter your body anything like so precious !
* BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI williamsji@yahoo.com www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI