Reshma Ramesh - Make you thine

The moon sweetly poured over the window sill
and said ' Ye pretty maiden, say, what is your will? '
'The stars twinkle, the sun shine' said I
'Cherubic moon, you dine in your milky light.'
'Then why is there darkness in my humble abode? '
'Ah! that my lovely lady, open your eyes to beauty,
open your heart to love, your ears to music,
open yourself to God and then you will see,
light will shimmer even when the sun don't shine
and the stars don't twinkle and my dear lady
that is when I will make you thine.'

Reshma Ramesh

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