There prevails my love, in the edge of thy heart
It could slide down any time, if this destructive
Lovers storm soothes down never, but I don’t
Worry, for I perceive the pleasant weather
Coming up, like an illumination of the candle
In the echoing darkness of the terrible night
That shows the course for the mislaid traveler
Even in the midst of horrendous insemination
Since tender as the Moon, pristine as the Sun
Is our gorgeous love for us, my sweet heart!
And the more we love, the more cherubic
Our heart becomes, because the spirit of love
Infuses heavenly bliss into the heart of ours,
Which cannot be disrupted by the shrinkage
Of fervor and the exploration of our thoughts
For we are true lovers, and even God doesn’t
Inspire us to do the things that we never long
To do in this earth, but rather he grants us
Freedom, to embrace each other enormously
And kiss ceaselessly along the aroma of roses
To cultivate the seed of love into the hearts of all




Copyright 2003 Bhuwan Thapaliya