With In (Villanelle) Poem by meitha soekotjo

Once upon a time, love called me,
he called me tenderly,
as the breeze on the beach, amusing me.

I still remember how it blinded me,
until one day, all were stop, frozenly,
once upon a time, love called me.

It was not time that woke up me,
but the Higher love who cured me wonderfully,
as the breeze on the beach, amusing me.

Relaxing and fixing all of me,
no blame, no shame, so lovely;
Once upon a time, love called me.

Again in that tender way to me,
with all the same look and feeling amazed differently,
as the breeze on the beach, amusing me.

He was my old love having the Higher love with in him, to me;
So now, the Higher love with in us, deeply.
Once upon a time, love called me,
and as the breeze on the beach, it is amusing me.