He comes like a valiant solider to me,

I am in a trance as he greets,


Welcomed warmly with all the comforts he needs

my own intentions, scheming in my mind.


As he sleeps in peace, the night sounds

of the howling wind.

While I burn without his presence.


At sunset next day,

the brilliant red sun

a fire in the sky.

The banquet is ready.

Her comes with an air of'

great importance.

When all is settled I feel his eyes,

burrowing into my intense blue eyes


By Rithika

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