Corny love poem

Unlike the love stories, this is real...written all by me

And sent to someone...with disastrous effects. He's since migrated to the West African Republic of Burkina Faso.



I would have seen you in the Babylonian legend
In Egypt, in the palm tree's deep angular shade
We must have patterned the Mediterranean sand
And soaked up Africa's gossamer green woodland

We must have dabbled in the hues of every sunset
And walked every path that was wind-swept
I remember we scented the pages of history
And drew new lines on the palm of destiny

How can you say we met only yesterday?
How can you say you tread just once this way?
How can you say this is our time only now and here?
How can you believe you are human mere?

Did it not occur to you in the misty winter’s yesterday
Did you not see my life in flowers dotting delhi’s kings’ way?
In the steam from the tea cup ensconcing our oh-so-short day?
In the wakeful dreams and the dreamy sentience?

That we have not met yesterday but you were always there
mingled in the drops of rain, in volcanoes afire
In the red stellar circles around distant planets
And in my each breath and my soul and intellect

So we have not met just now, my dear love
You were always there in the fragrance of flowers
And in the belief that there is a sheer touch alive
Between two beings across eras, eons and miles