Lost Love

Thy smile the auspicious blessing on this earth;
Splinters like sun rays from south to north
And a flower bloom in my Garth;
But am a fire burning in the hearth
Thy mellifluous voice echoes everywhere;
Day by day this present becomes rare
Sprouts transparent tears in my eyes;
But thy sight flies me high in the skies
At night, stealthily dwelling on my pillow;
With thy name and souvenir but can’t mellow
Let me look into the cosmos of thy eyes;
Which manifests the canvas of realities
Those conspicuous realities shall sadden me;
But deep inside they will redden me