Love is like the once-in-a-lifetime bloom of the bamboo
Ephemeral, enchanting and enigmatic;
Like the efflorescence of a cactus in desert born;
A riot in colours from a painful thorn.
Love was when in the infinitesimal point of naked reality;
I uncovered my frailty before you;
When silence supreme reigned between you and me;
You read my intent and I your intensity.
Love is like the first summer rain;
The first few drops like a heavenly potion for the parched crops;
Like that gentle aroma born from the conjugation of Earth and Water;
That fizzles momentarily but forever lingers on.