Treasure Island

Aman Mulji


Sorry


I’m so sorry the sun rises and sets,
The silver moon shimmers at night,
I’m sorry I know your smile is sweet,
Sweet as love and the pain the heart feels.
I’m sorry your body be blazed with beauty,
How content one can be? Just a glimpse dear one,
I noticed a gold light in your spirit,
And a need for warmth in your heart,
I know you’re a Goddess,
One who’s attributing is stealing my heart,
But don’t worry I speak nothing of this,
Only if you let me glare into your eyes;
What more do I beg for?
I’m sorry voices say you’re beautiful at night,
And I dare say you’re beautiful at day,
I’m sorry you really did look ‘pretty’ in your green dress,
How I danced with you on a lake of tears,
Poseidon did play the violin passionately,
As if to say ‘It’s time to drown in love together’,
And for that I am deeply sorry,
I’m still in debt for making me smile,
And making me cry when it rained,
I’m buried in dull guilt,
And so I’m sorry from every limb in my weak body,
From my mind and my soul,
I’m sorry from the heavens and my mortal,
I’m sorry I love you…

Submitted: Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, June 01, 2011

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