What shame does the extraordinary
feel compared to your beauty?
I love and need you like life
needs the delicate rays of sunlight.
Your hands rough, like the difficulties of life
but oh so gentle like the joys and pleasures of life.
I adore and grow towards you like plants do to the sun.
I wilt and saddened away when you not there, like all
plants do when their sun is about to go.
Because your beauty is like sun to me, to powerful
to look at for long, but to wonderful to look away.
I feel iced and cold,whenever you gone.
As the plants do when the sun seems not to be there in winter,
left cold and iced.Every day I adore you like no other,
wanting to face you forever.
© Yajna Ramawoothar