"A thing of beauty is a joy forever," -
They say as I pulled the trigger
Of the gun that fires bullets of love -
As I aimed upon your bosom's cove.
The bullet was fired and it swirled
Along its way, it smoothly whirled -
It almost managed to hit you, but,
At that moment you pruned my heart.
What to say of your clever trick?
As you put fire upon my heart's wick -
Of whose dull light I was able to see
Your shining face that smiled upon me.
I look at you and I find -
Your magic has kept me entwined
On a boat, whose oars you hold,
In a narrow river to which you rowed.
Along the banks there is a great forest
That endarkened everything, but, except
Your smiling face that still shone upon me
As you rowed into a giant sea.
As you rowed, I spotted a speckle of light,
That started to spread across the night sky -
And it grew into more and more of phenomenon
Till I was blasted by its light battalion.
Suddenly I realized that I was freed
From the magic that you did
I was a little perplexed at this emancipation
But did I realize that the magic became emotion?
You took away your hands from the oars
And suddenly the sea started to roar -
And I fell off the boat - into the ocean
But what happened next was not my expectation!
The water was honey, sugar was the salt
And suddenly I realized what was it all!
The ocean's your love, your passion - the lights -
I might die of love - but I'll never forget the sight.