Sunday, January 29, 2012

My love...unfinished cathedral


When I see the blue in the sky,
I know my love will never die.

When I see the grime on the stone,
I know my love is for you to own.

The spike in the middle will always be a riddle
Until the missing tower will play on the same fiddle.

2 comments:

Nivedita Gandhi said...

Annnd you write poems as well. B'ful.

Thais said...

@Niv Just playing around and trying new forms of expression. Thank you dearly. :)