The Gardener Xlviii: Free Me

Free me from the bonds of your
sweetness, my love! Nor more of this
wine of kisses.
This mist of heavy incense stifles
my heart.
Open the doors, make room for the
morning light.
I am lost in you, wrapped in the
folds of your caresses.
Free me from your spells, and give
me back the manhood to offer you my
freed heart.

by Rabindranath Tagore

Comments (4)

as Tracey found her soulmate, and conquered the love., beautiful depiction of love with ingenuity, i do enjoy, thanks
I'm glad you've found eachother. This world can be a lonely place without love. Very nice. Sincerely, mary
Call of the search the heart has been found and still beating, only now it will be so much more than it's former self, two as one the love to go on Beautiful Love Duncan X
QUITE APPARENT, THIS UTOPIC BOND OF YOU TWO, WHICH SO SADLY TYODAY IS BUT LIKE SEARCHING FOR THE COVETED 4-LEAFED CLOVER AMONGST VAST FIELDS OF IDENTICAL SHADES OF EMERALD...YOUR POEM SAYS IT ALL...AND DESERVES ITS NUMERICAL DUE...WHICH WOULD BE O' TEN IN TRUE..'''''''''''''FRANK