My Beloved, My Sweetheart

Beloved, my sweetheart

it seems like ages
when I held you in my palms
rejoicing in your glorious presence

your enticing fragrance
your alluring demeanor
your vibrant golden hues
cherishes my whole being even now

a year of separation hence
I stand at my pensive window,
peering through the dense foliage
beseeching the gods for a benevolent sight of you

a warm sun greets us every morning
yet it fails to warm the cold recesses
of my heart, aching for you.
When would you grace my orchard again, O King of fruits?

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