(106) The Canticle Of Canticles Poem by premji premji

Dear,
My love for you:
the Song of Songs,
The Canticle of Canticles!

Your love:
redder and sweeter
than wine
brewed from my blood
innocent of love!

Your love:
a Beethoven symphony
in a deep ocean of silence:
yet unplayed,
a birdsong: yet unsung,
a drizzling in desert:
yet unfell!

The scent of your love:
the scent of all spices
watered with my young blood!
May be you are dark,
but your mind:
whiter than wild lilies!

Dearest,
let your grace
be the blood that flows
through my veins...
Let your dreams be the oasis
in my deserted life,
morning twilight in my vineyard
and in my darkened soul!

Tell me Solomon,
without you, is there
any love? Any love songs?
Any deep ecstasy of love?


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