There I stand, drenched in his love,
His touch heals all my wounds,
And his voice soothes my heart.
Springing to his mind,
I listen to those unsaid words,
Blended with his mesmerizing notes,
It seems to absorb all my pain,
And I gain, all his magical spurs,
I see those wonderful paintings,
Some still lying on an old easel,
Portraying rich and crowded canvas of his mind.
I see those flowers blooming in him,
The flowers which weave the warp of my life
His eyes take me to the depth of an ocean,
The light of which brightens my soul
And caress my heart with an air so wind-chill.
His Kith and Kin – I see,
Holding the finest of places,
There I wander, deep inside him
Hunting for that candied treasure
And then I see that beautiful mirror and the beautiful me,
Witnessing the moment of his heavenly love,
Here I stand to discover that wonderful mirror,
The mirror which reflects my heart.
