GHOST OF LOVE

GHOST OF LOVE

I was once a blooming rose,
I once had a sweet fragrance;
Intoxicating to you
Was, somehow, my presence.

How to be with me awhile,
You kept thinking nights and days;
Planning for a rendezvous
In a million lovely ways.

For you, verily, I was
Your own angel of love;
Adoring my eyes and face
Was, for you, never enough.

Now I am no longer young,
No longer that lovely face;
No longer you wish to hold
Me in eternal embrace.

I don’t mind this change in you,
I wish only I could spy
Faintest remnant of the spark
Of love that was in your eye.

I know this would never be,
Your love I have now lost;
No longer beauty angel,
Of myself, I am a ghost.


M C Gupta ‘Khalish’
19 July 2003
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