Lover

a poem by Jayati

Peace;
Please,
Not to flirt,
With a fragile
Yearning heart;
Honestly,
You mean no hurt;
My soul craves for your sweet love,
Your fragrance, for your mercy, to understand;
My only Love Peace,
Dear and elusive,
I deserve to be pardoned;
Clasped hands I fall on my knees
Pray aloud; forgive, forgive my frailty;
I promise to keep my words, given amidst tears, of joy;
To have you, my treasure, beside me as my ethereal eternity.