Love, Nature, poetry, sensual

A Verse of Love

Never could pen a verse of love

It’s wasn’t so that lovers were scarce

Nor I was coy or ever blind,

A gentle breeze did touch my cheek once

Wondered which direction it came from

North, South, East or the West

But before the blink of eye it was gone

The beloved had  traveled far to the

Exotic lands, for he was a pilgrim

he had to return, the rendezvous was

short, it was over before it began 

 I could never pen a verse of love.

Tanya Shukla