He confesses his love.
Vulnerable and risk taking,
he lowers the draw bridge over moat,
flings open the heavy gates
and swoops her into his kingdom.
Quickly crowning her his beloved;
changing castle’s reference from his to theirs;
intertwining;
meshing his masculine and with her soft feminine,
lining the inside with silk of pink and white orchid leaves
for her comfort.
Like a hummingbird she sips;
he nourishes her energetically.
Understanding her circle and relationship to others,
he embraces those whom she carries and treasures,
willing to shadow her stride,
fearless, welding added support.
He plans toand executecelebrates her birthday party surprise
and shares it with their fold;
he is grateful to their universe creator
for the day she was born
and revels in her, and all, knowing so.
He provides for her a four wheeled chariot,
both for comfort and to gift her a sense of freedom
for he knows she is not one to be tied down
or burdened with boundaries.
He bears with her temper and sleeps with her snores,
each day finding her more desirable
knowing she is the one that will be his only.
Whether she is in his presence or merely in his thoughts,
his heart pounds with the ache of love.
He is aware that his tongue may at times be mute
to the poetic words
of which she had read
and as well desires to have echoed in her keen ears.
So, he works patiently to craft her
a book of translation
with a legend
illustrating the characters of man language;
bridging the world of his actions,
into brush stroked words
of poetic stanzas
which reveal
his heart is even more filled
than that which was written
in volumes of Rumi love.
