A billet Doux....

A Billet-Doux .....

Light emerged un-dressing all the blankets of loneliness
A bright light with a sensitive touch
Over-shadowed every scintilla of my sorrows
A light of passionate love
Comforting me granting a souvenir of mirth
Possessing a heart of roseate love
Made my love shine a bright
Even in night’s lonely darkness
Interim
Life became but a billet-doux of a lover
Burgeoning more the love of souls
Sub-rosa, slowly-slowly....

Love came like drops of rain
Satisfying the dryness of hearts
Birds with love sang aloud in passion of love
A real-fantastical song of belongingness
With all souls of love dissolving themselves
dwelling in tones of the most sweetest halcyon days
interim
Life became but a billet-doux of a lover
Burgeoning more the love of souls
Sub-rosa, slowly-slowly....

Like waves moved my heart
Always touching gently the sands of my love
With a wet touch on the squishy land of new love of souls
Promises were made to dwell in this land forever with a countenance of love
My ocean held like a jewel the holy water of my exquisite love
Where every drop of my lovely water bore an essence of immortal love
Filling the pot of our lives with drops of calm,, serene and fruitful love
Only to overflow with times to proliferate its essence to other souls of love
Kept our love alive and a fresh while speaking gently
in sotto voce of words having a mien of true love
interim
Life became but a billet-doux of a lover
Burgeoning more the love of souls
Sub-rosa, slowly-slowly....

Souls of love with time became united with love
While moments bought them closer with themselves
To have a rendezvous with a new soul of their love
Speaking with thoughts only of love
World seemed but a lovely emotion
of lord
where life was made only to love forever
prayers were to bless all the souls of love
to over-shadow the arena of a lover’s loneliness forever
to grant a sobriquet of true love to life forever
to make life an adorable reality even in fantasy of lives
where absence only sharpened love more
with presence strengthening the bonds of roseate love
when every creation howsoever exiguous eulogized only of
the complacency possessed by the possession of love
and when the eyes of a soul saw not the world of men
but only the love in the eyes of a special soul
interim

Life became but a billet-doux of a lover
Burgeoning more the love of souls
Sub-rosa, slowly-slowly....


Akanksha Chaudhary....