he is the flowers to my garden
laghter to my sorrow
patients in my harder time
the way to my heaven

who teach me that the real love meant to be
who make me happier when
I have a sight with his eyes
looking to them melts my heart

it feels like I am a ice
kept near the hotbodies
I melted to water and
wish to flow through his body.
© Isha Yesudas