Woman in Love

(Avic V., falling in love for the nth time)

in her eyes, an endlessness pure
a depth untold with crystal sparkles
transparent as ice.

her eyelids open
with the freshness of mornings
and close
with the lushness of evenings.

her lips part
like wings of a butterfly.

and her breath –
a garland of mist
so warm with the fragrance
of gardens!

(on the face of a beloved shows
the patina of love that glows
a marvelous countenance so mild
the eyes of her lover, beguiled.)

– between
falling-in-love and falling-out-of-love
is appalling reason.

(c) 2001 Chito L. Aguilar

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