Love is an orphan

I will wash her smile and write poetry.
The secret of air flowers that consume her sweat.
Butterflies make deals with her eyelids.
Fireflies are born in the musical sound of her flute.
Dream boats sink in the rivers of my tears.
The sandalwood air makes her breathe love.
Roses crave while she sleeps.
In today’s world of body-loving my lusts are dying.
I adopted her as a child when was in her twenties.
We flew in the sky of love like winged new birds.
We talked silently, eyes viewed from within life.
Whenever I feed her, she hugs me and cries.
On that day, my mind carved a divine love.
We thought of talking for life without rest like waves.
Today marks four years since she died.
But, only my love still lives on in my mind.
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