by Dr M C Gupta
Tears and dreams of love.
|PEARLS OF LOVE|
Beautiful are those dreams that
make me cry in solitude.
They show me your face, although,
in a hazy interlude.
In day, your thoughts and letters,
are enough to soothe my heart.
In night, for your company,
dreams play such a lovely part.
Is it just your influence?
Or, is it but fancy mine?
However, I know but this:
my heart sings but songs of thine.
Should I dwell on dreams of love,
or on that my friends do tell?
All day long I think of this,
till sleep casts a lovely spell.
As my tears flow down my cheeks,
do they, somehow, love enhance?
Or, is it that pearls of love
I keep on losing perchance?
--Written 7 syllables to a line. Rhyme: abcb
M C Gupta
27 March 2017