Santosh Rathod

I will love you fiercely and abundantly;
soft and hesitant.

I will love you singing in the morning;
dreaming in the dusk.

… in the strange silver moonlight
and the thick, black night.

… the grandest aria,
the softest melody.

I will love you straight in the eye,
and sideways, fleetingly.

… like a force nine gale,
like a riffle of breeze.

All my ways of loving are splashed at your feet,
and all my ways of loving are hiding in the shadows.