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A Tryst With My Valentine
Misty smoke pluming in suffused twilight
Wistful longings ring out shakily in the night
Nameless desires defying definition and hue
Unsettled pangs that refuse to come into view
Twisting and turning hugging self to self, insatiate
Seeking caressing arms to hold close, love initiate
I cry out bereft as romantic glowing moon hangs mocking
My ever hopeful eyes seek Santa to fill my wishful stocking
Today seems my dreams are destined to smithereens shatter
Grief wells for desires aborted as though they did not matter
Smothering silent screams hushing them like a sleeping babe
I close window for rest as I espy a known face, my mouth agape
This was the face of my dreams that had suddenly materialized
Seems like my longing and love cravings are soon to be realized
Fiction has become my fact, as love has emerged from my dreams
My imaginary figment is my Adonis satiating with joyous screams
Love satiated, desire paroxysms ebbed finally on love crest divine
Passion for passion matched on tidal wave of my dreamy valentine!!
I had kept my eternal tryst with my love
Destiny fulfilled, souls rise as a pair of doves
Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
Boethius Roman, Philosopher
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
Percy Bysshe Shelley English, Poet
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
Come out of the circle of time / And into the circle of love.
Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded.
Someone sober will worry about events going badly.
Let the lover be.
Jalal ud-Din Rumi
Maulana Jalalu’ddin Rumi