I see you in every cloud.
All I can see is your reflection,
That falls on me on descension.
When I sit alone in the woods,
All I feel is your head on my shoulders.
All I feel is, you holding my hands,
While I walk alone along a boulevard.
I used to see myself,
In the reflections at many places.
Now I see you along myself,
Whenever I see a reflection at any place.
I didn’t believe in magic,
Until I met you by mistake.
And I thought angels never existed,
Until, to me, you neither appeared nor occurred.
You are the Universe,
And in it, you are my world.
RAMKRYP
A poet’s imagination of nature as love