I love thee

… I love thee

With every ounce of my being

With every thought in my conscious

With every breath that I inhale

I feel the pang of our separation.

Yes, I love thee.

 

…I love thee

When the orb of the night ascends

I pin my hopes, tack them to the stars

With every night that descends

I dream of you, of us together.

Yes, I love thee.

 

…I love thee

For I wish upon every star that shoots

Streaking to oblivion in the inky shadows

I pine for you, afire with raw passion

That consumes me like a feverish haze

Yes, I love thee

 

…I love thee

And I wish that under the moon,

We could lie on a fragrant eiderdown

Hands entwined, senses incensed

Just you and I, because with all of me

Yes, I do love thee.

 

 

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About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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