To My Love

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You are the Melon & Cacahuète,

flavours contrasting

stored in the deep corners

in the ice cream shop

which I devour greedily & hastily

You are the cold side

of my pillow

smooth & gentle

which my young shrivelled hands 

search for comfort

later on at night, the small feet

You are the colourless drops that fills

in the corners of my eyes

for no reason

when the heart is empty

when the mind goes astray

which I smell

to find its name

but not daring

to taste...

You are the polite man

with diamond eyes

rosy lips, cheeks, nose & ears

who sat infront of me

wearing a blue pull over

at the small restaurant of Cerises sur le Gateau

where I ate from my eyes, widely opened

as the mouth kept jabbering

I love you like a Man

with the courage of the heart

with flowers on the hand

running across the city

to catch last minute trains

just to sit by the side, silently....

I love you like a Child,

with a fragile soft heart

pointing at the toy cart

dancing around, ruthlessly

screaming violently

just to get attention, cunningly...

I love you like a Mother

with the caring of the heart

gazing in to far far horizon

waiting patiently with deep tight sighs

till the arrival of her beloved son,

just to give a hug, dearly...

By Jahooli Devi