A painting dwells
deep within
you and I
beneath the tree
beside the gently flowing river
arms intertwined
our silence talking..
I hear in my heart
the song of love
you softly sing to me
the rustle of turning pages
from the book long forgotten
as my hair covers your face
making time stand still.
Was it the setting sun, my love
or the ardor in your eyes
that painted my cheeks
in shades of flaming red
one beautiful evening
beneath the tree
beside the gently flowing river…
-Shail Mohan (2007)
First posted at sulekha.com
Sublime piece of work ,Shail.Just love this poem …so very romantic !!
Yes, a particular picture of romance vividly focuses in the mind of the reader. Yet another very nicely done poem takes us into your heart and mind for a quick look at matters of importance in the realm of human relationships. Thanks for the trip.
Ganesh: Thank you
Bob: Glad you liked the trip my words took you on.