HER SOUL MATE

 Of course you know him

He listens to your every whim

He is at your beck and call

He is the hand that breaks your fall

He is the aquamarine of the sea

He is the lushness on every tree

Like the sun, He shines on bright

Like the moon, every lover’s right

He soars like the majestic eagle on high

He nourishes dreams that make you fly

His broad shoulders arrest your sigh

His lips drink the very tears you cry

He is freedom, He is pain

He is the memory that never can wane

He is the smooth ride on every terrain

The more you give Him, the more you gain

By the way, He is flesh and blood

So is the love with which He does flood

Your loneliness, your being, you

A reality which forever holds true

He is what my soul does pine

I forgot to tell you – He only is mine.

~Vikram~