We see poetry in different forms;
In the glaze of the fire,
In the wind that chills our spine,
In the sea with its gallant waves,
I saw it in you –
Beside me, clad in the warmth of winter’s warmest clothes.
With the jingles of the windchimes in enchanting soundness –
In your curls lengthening in unpromising waves;
In your glances that keep many awake;
In your nods that whisper to me of desires in soft, unhurried tones;
In your touches that unfold the seldom told mysteries of my soul.