I've learnt to be free
Found me a free soul.
Not free in my solitude
Rather found refuge in another being
We let loose and let love find the way
We ride to an unprecedented destination.
A place unparalleled, imagination would be
And as well might be, too close to reality.
Extra ordinary would just be an understatement.
A place where only the unreal lives and breeds
The kind of stuff dreams are made of.
Aptly put pure creation.
The greenest petals wouldn't begin to resemble it
Nor the softest leaves or the purest colour.
It's the kind of beauty only the selected two can see.
The feel of a hand
The glance of an eye
The taste on ones lips
Serenading rhythms to the ear
The fluorescence to the muzzle
Personifies the passion in thee
The most innocent caress-
He, Me, hear rhythms soothing
Your taste, my smell -
We revel in the creation we've made
In this place we lay, we stay,
In each other's embrace.
In love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem