Valentine E-Book

Rittik Chandra

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

"The Ultimate Poet of Love" RITTIK CHANDRA's "Valentine" is a beautiful, heart-stirring collection of love poems that surely to touch your true love's heart in a profound and meaningful way. He explores all "the magnificent regions of the heart," and opens you to the lover within. This nice collection of poems makes the perfect gift for any romantic and can turn any day into Valentine's Day.

Leseprobe

Rittik Chandra

Valentine

TO THE YOUTH OF THE WORLDBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

VALENTINE

VALENTINE

BY

RITTIK CHANDRA

Cover designed by: RITTIK CHANDRA

© All rights reserved by RITTIK CHANDRA

Dedicated to the youth of the world

You are my own

You are the evening cloud floating

in the sky of my dreams.

I paint you and fashion you ever

With my love longings.

You are my own, my own,

Dweller in my endless dreams!

Your feet are rosy-red

With the glow of my heart's desire,

Gleaner of my sunset songs!

Your lips are bitter-sweet

With the taste of my wine of pain.

You are my own, my own,

Dweller in my lonesome dreams!

With the shadow of my passion have

I darkened your eyes,

Haunter of the depth of my gaze!

I have caught you and wrapt you, my love,

in the net of my music.

You are my own, my own,

Dweller in my deathless dreams!

Trust Love

Trust love even if it brings sorrow.

Do not close up your heart.

The heart is only for giving away

With a tear and a song, my love.

Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop,

While it laughs it dies.

But sorrow is strong and abiding.

Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.

The lotus blooms in the sight of the sun,

And loses all that it has.

It would not remain in bud

In the eternal winter mist.

Secret of your heart

Do not keep to yourself,

The secret of your heart,

Say it to me,

Only to me, in secret.

You who smile so gently, softly whisper,

My heart will hear it, not my ears.

The night is deep, the house is silent,

The birds' nests are shrouded with sleep.

Speak to me through hesitating tears,

Through faltering smiles,

Through sweet shame and pain,

The secret of your heart!

Perfect Beauty

It was a beauty that I saw,

So pure, so perfect, as the frame

Of all the universe was lame,

To that one figure, could I draw,

Or give least line of it a law!

A skein of silk without a knot,

A fair march made without a halt,

A curious form without a fault,

A printed book without a blot,

All beauty, and without a spot!