confronting eternity

The spindle of love, the unspun fibres of sorrow. The more I spin, the more they seem to increase.
Burning in your love, I wait for you. I cannot tell anyone. This spindle of mine is priceless..

Words can only do little…

Even the most sublime eulogy of poetic love pales into insignificance..

Against the symbol of your love..

A manifestation of compassion, warmth & beyond..

So eternally divine and intense..

Nothing before or after..

Can ever capture and captivate the pristine essence of your love..

Indeed to have beheld you in my arms..

And  seeking solace in its embrace

Is to have confronted eternity in  itself… 🙂 🙂