With You

With you I have woven many a dream Getting married in the early spring, sitting Under the moon on a mat in the courtyard, Humming tunes of love from old movies, My head on your lap and you running fingers Through my hair. You bending down to be Kissed again and again till you feel an ache On your nape. Your eyelashes mischievous Like wings of a butterfly and star at the Vacant clouds moving lazily across the sky. The hurtling down of a meteor on the grove Signaling goods days for virgin lovers with Their hearts tied to a pole of timeless love. Living in the paradise of love where time Stops to let us flourish in each others heart.