My Love, Rukmoni Poem by Abdul Wahab

Your skin glows like the apple,
blossoms red as the rose
in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your violin voice
and leaps like a dear at the whisper of your name, Rukmoni
The evening ascends in on a great peacock’s wing.
I am calmed by your grace that I carry into the twilight of honey beams
and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sorrow
As my gaze falls on my wrist, it reminds me of your promise
In the hushed, I listen for the last high noise of the spring.
My heated mind leaps to my head gear. I wait in the crystal moonlight
for your secret dream so that we may carry as one, heart to heart, in search of the glorious blue and spiritual fruit of love.