When I say- I love you , it is not love, ephemeral.
It comes from inner heart , not oral.
I see you with my inward eyes ,
My wanton fancy, then with you, flies.
I love you as moon loves blushing lily.
Be it bubbling summer or winter chilly.
I fall in love innately with you.
Like the rosy sun falls and kisses a lotus , new.
I feel you in the fresh airy affairs of the spring,
when flowers feel empowered and cuckoos sing.
I feel you in the smiling starry sky , above,
And, in the melting moon, fallen in love.
Thus , I feel You , day and night,
You are my lost but regained delight