The feeling: it’s strange,
Suddenly, all I think about
Is you, and my trusty brain,
Once an epitome of gloom,
Now finds joy in things,
As petty and emotionless,
As the shining light,
Or the lazy motion,
Of the shallow rivulets,
Zig-zagging their way,
Beneath the bridge that,
Reminds us of the incessant,
Struggle we go through,
Everyday of our lives.
And every night, back home,
When I think of you,
All the world seems false,
And love alone, the truth.
For in such divine bliss,
I find myself absorbed,
That I forgive the boy,
Who nudged me in the bus,
And the girl who cursed me,
For coughing in the library.
These ecstatic moments become,
The high of my tireless days,
For I find Love in you,
And nothing else matters…
