I see her shine in the sun's embrace,
I see her face in the moon’s pleasant grace.
I feel her presence in the soft air,
I sense her warmth in the fire’s flare,
I taste her spirit in the flowing stream,
Each moment with her, a cherished dream.

I see her beauty in every bloom,
I feel her in the rain's sweet loom.
I feel her fury in summer's heat,
Yet miss her warmth when winter's chill greets,
And long for her hugs when evening comes near,
A comfort found in every soft tear.

I want her comfort when the world feels wide,
I want her as Joy in every rising tide.
I need her smile when disgust takes hold,
And wish for her surprise when my path is cold,
For every heartbeat, till the final breath,
I’ll carry her light, even beyond death.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind