When the evening was painted with cobalt blue,
And the French tune in the background.
When your word owned all of me,
And the unexplained euphoria was around
.*. . . *
Like vagabond on a pilgrimage,
Or a monk on the journey called "Life"
Seeking the abstract and obscure,
Refraining their minds from Rife.
Chanting your wise words as hymns,
Solemnly practicing spirituality.
Hoping for, you, to forgive my sins;
Praying for the presence of your divinity.
Maybe our souls are tied Or, perhaps the purpose of our companionship, we are yet to find
Incomprehensible and unlabeled,
Attachments and feelings.
Vows of forever, Together we are dreaming.
A debt is owed which is to be paid,
But no riches in the world can get me debt free.
I owe thee Kindness and Compassion And Mercy, of thy words which caressed me
