You my love!

                             You my love

 The little cuckoo,
My frequent visitor,
seemed devoid of her high spirits
She stares at me but is now
A carving in the wood
as the winter chill creeps on to her
and she clings her feathers closer,
Seeking warmth and comfort in them.


Like a dry autumn twig
would I be,
I'd lie in my bed,
Like my visitor friend,
The cold embracing me with it's wings
Wings that entrap me
As I resign and find solace,in
this cold little space of mine...

But, you my love!
You gift me warmth
Those rings of smoke entice me,
The aroma fills me with life,
And oh! You pull me out
From my cold little space,
cutting through those wings of lethargy!

I look at you,
How beautiful can you be!
A golden brown with clouds of white floating in between.
I breathe in as your smell immerses in me.
You fill me with life and my love for you is unconditional,
Yet how inanimate can you be!

I draw you closer to my lips
My hands wrap around you
embodying the warmth
that you gift to me.
The rings of smoke make circles and dance
around me,
And my mind too, twirls and dances in circles along with you!

Bitter sweet,have you always been,
But as your warmth melts into me,
I am drawn to you,
I close my eyes and cherish your taste on my lips,
The bitter sweet does make me smile!

You are well acquainted with everybody
But oh! To think that they see you as ordinary!
To me,you are the energy that surges through my veins
In many ways, do you own me
And hence I say,you have enslaved me
You,my dear cup of coffee!