Gift of Rain

In a drizling night I wrote a poem for my dulcinea,
A poem like the lyre of the shower.
In the brightness of nocturnal enigma,
She came to me like a dank flower;
She gave a smile to me & it was paradise.
She was young like the rain at first.
Slowly she become a fire of desire,
I felt the fragrance of maiden rain.
Sudden ,her shadow fell on me;
I shrieked,& clasped my hands in ecstasy.
We winged up together, to the blind cupidion world.
Oh! our nerves beat together &
Our lips with hissing eloquence other than words.
Night-jamines bloomed beside us with our incense,
But...
Like the shower she left me behind &
Vanishes to yon heaven of night.
The humid breeze clasp the earth
And the moon beams kiss the water-lilleys:
What is all this sweet work worth
If she is not here, a lot to kiss me??
And I found no power to vie;
Yet the drizzle on her wrote a poem so fine;
An everlasting poem & it was mine!!!!.