Like the petals of a Moonflower,
The blooming in the glory of the moonlight,
Like the touch of a midnight feather,
He touched my heart with his silent footfalls.

His ever changing  plethora almost amoebic in nature,
As fascinating as a dew drop on a rose petal,
And I became the lover of all things ;
Now I'm left behind tracing his footsteps in the wind .

His fragrance was like a flower's,
His words like nectar;
So I became a bee,
Buzzing in delight,
As he bloomed for me.

Those who live beneath loves shadow,
Will always have heaven beneath their feet,
But I do not know if to wear you like a worthy praise ,
Or to ask for you like a prayer.