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SUNDAY MORNING

Shallow waters, skipping on stones,

Sunday morning, the right place to be,

You’re so beautiful, you tickle my soul

Your stare stirs the poet in me!

Eyes do the talking, for lips are too busy

Your laughter is killing me softly today.

I never wanted to come to the brook, but now,

You’re giving me a thousand reasons to stay.

A thousand reasons to dip my knees and palms,

Besides you, ripples radiating turquoise and gold,

Green leaves, golden bedrock and over the shallow waters

Is a single lady and a thousand mysteries to unfold!

So lost in your simplicity, so unknown,

That your eyes are keeping the lover alive.

So unaware how your graceful smile

Gives life to this youth, and youth to this life!

All I know is you, here and now.

A thing of beauty, a joy forever?

I don’t trust my destiny with my tomorrow

But you are my now, today you are my endeavor.

These rapids on shallow waters, where you lay,

And these white sands, which give birth,

To fresh rows of an artists green paint,

Such a fallen piece of heaven on earth!

When every drop of stream, in the sunlight,

Is so seductively inviting, so urging,

How come it is free from the lust of the eyes?

How come this place is still a virgin?

So exotic a place,yet so lost…

Created just for us two to view?

Maybe the world is one heart blind…

Or maybe… it doesn’t have you!