Nomad

Days and nights pass by in a meaningless blur,
I roam around with a hollow feeling,
Knowing that I was happy in the recent past,
I know not what I am looking for,
Is it you my sweetheart?
Or a part of me?

My Dear Rose

Is it your fragrance that attracts me?
Is it your beauty that arrests me?
Is it your goodness that draws me near?
Or is it your simple elegance that bowls me over?

Each petal of yours is an enigma,
Waiting to be unraveled.
Intoxicated by you,
I come closer.
But hold back,
Lest you fade away.
Content to gaze at you from a distance,
I soak myself in your love.