THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

I have always loved her. Always. Day or night, through all seasons, from dawn to dusk and to the next dawn again, whether I am awake or sleepy, studying or partying, her love has stayed with me like some omnipresent fragrance, hypnotizing me in every moment of my day and every dream of my night. She looks so simply pretty, so unbelievably gorgeous. I’ve seen her in many disguises, she is like some royal queen in that marrige-like decked up look, and like some angel in that pretty flowy nightdress.. But she’s looked mesmerizingly pretty when she’s without make-up, careless, when she lets the lucky air play with her long hair, open and her locks growing from side of her temples. She lets a lock or two fall on her face, letting them drink from the flow of soft beauty; these locks sometimes try to kiss her lips and at others try to curtain her eyes, bathing in the cool innocence, naughtiness flowing from her eyes. Oh! And her simplicity I’ve seen her whole nights, that baby look on her face when she occasionally takes my shoulder for her pillow. And when she’s trying to make her hair... Oh! She’s my angel. Those early mornings, listening to light music, I got a million temptations to kiss her lips, so artistically fit on her perfect cute face. And her smile!! I’ll take a thousand births to get one glimpse of her shy smile. And now, there’s nothing, a void, an emptiness and just her image like a Godess, radiating light, sitting inside my eyes, in my soul. And I still love her, THE QUEEN OF MY HEART.

Sometimes she’s such a chatterbox like the noise of the waves and at others silent like the depths of the sea. I have seen her in the most extreme of these situations and my love has only grown in both. I would die a thousand times just to spend a few silent hours with her, at times trying to admire her and at others trying to explain to her how savvy she is, but just to myself, MY LOVE. Sometimes I do regret not having told her how much she has always meant to me, more than anything else, may be more than my existence too, and all the while, I’ve loved her, silently loved her; MY SILENT LOVE.

In those silent nights when she was beside me, I gazed out of the window and could see her face against the moon; she looked so sweet, so calm, so soothing. I’ve felt and experienced, like a touch of love, every moment of those days and nights spent with her. Even the moon envies me for it. He never seemed to me so beautiful again. For he knows it was she who made him so pretty and he knows that I’ve loved her, all my life I’ve loved her. With my whole self I’ve loved her and I still do, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.