Dwell, I Do !

Dwell, I Do!

Of all the beautiful memories you remember

Hold them dear, keen to your heart forever

For those you reminiscence but not spare:

‘That I’ll be standing waiting here. . . .’

With last notes, by the oak, your footsteps to hear

Then when they deny you coming once. . . .

Memories of mine would render you wince

Because you know, in the vicinage of your heart, I’m not far

For dwell, I do!

In the midst of your heart

Bound amid chains of deathless love

And nil tainted are they, no dirt . . .

Dwell, I forever do!

Rapturously entangled in your presence

Like the concluding frailty of a seceding snow

Or the center queen of a tribal dance

Dwell, I do!

Of heavenly devotion, and of endless amity

While they spoke of Passion, Amour! Remember me?

Shrouded by melancholia, being on quest for serenity

When clouded was the realms of heaven, and so far you see

With panacea, by the Eden’s door, you found me near

The laurels were in bloom when I healed your wounds

Within my arms, you reclined, as downpour drenched the grounds

In the boulevards of futurity, thus when in pain, know I’m no far…

Here dwell, I do!

In you…….amid the core of your heart

Armored against the curse of coy and decay

My memories would live, as words…..or piece of art

Dwell, I forever do!

As thy keystone of your existence

Like that of an ensuing morning haze

When doleful, with caress, to kiss your face

Dwell, I do!!

Someday, deep down of you

I vow, you would know it’s true:

‘That within me…….you too

Dwell, you do!’

sinorita.bushra@yahoo.com

28/06/10