Poem -
dreaming nil.
Her love is the very river,
In which he floats his dreams,
Forever she shall nurture them,
As long as her river stream's,
Protecting them,
as her river grows,
She loves him so much,
More than he even knows,
Upon a gentle flowing,
motion,
She wraps his dreams,
within devotion,
Guiding through any storm,
Within her caring notion,
An endless loving emotion,
Carrying him through all strife,
Becoming his dream,
His wife,
One day the stream may slow,
And waters flowing still,
Shall cry the tears,
of lost love,
A wife a river dreaming nil .
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Comments
"Possible not to measure actual depth and its intensity within soul of true lovers, no sooner as one who sip taste of this mystic phenomenon will never dream even a drop of ambrosia too..I adore such a woman loves her lover up to that extreme is still unrecorded to him, both are lucky in fact,.. in this game of hide and seek."
With Regards,
Thank you sweet ravindra for your comments, appreciate it, with love to you nardine xoxo
Dear Nardine,
Good write, My applause, My vote
Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Dear sir Williamsji, thank you kindly, much love to you, Nardine xoxo