With the ones dear to me, I hold you as my branches for I am the tree;
My heart is deeper than the deepest roots,
So deep that even the vast oceans seem shallow;
But there is a caveat to my strength, I have not surrendered.
With solitude, I fell in love with the heavens,
I fell in love with the beautiful sky,
I fell in love with every tree, creature, and flower that I passed by.
I’m lost in the natural painting of everything set forth by the infinite;
My heart is full in a way I’ve never known.
Gentle tears would grace my cheek as nature’s love was shown.
I feel insignificant and precious but still have not surrendered.
Although my heart is open, full, unyielding, caring, and loving — it longs for the day I get to see you;
This who I have yet to see is a mystery.
Her penetrating vibrations cast a love affair in my dreams daily.
Without a face, I see her soul closing into mine as if an eternal eclipse was cast over the heavens.
The day we meet the universe will only have meaning when I see it through her soul.
Her love will be more gentle and calm then silence itself.
Her touch will be as soothing as an infant’s gaze.
Her eyes will cut, cripple, and encapsulate every fiber of my being.
No greater power than love will ever exist. I shall surrender.
Surrender so her tears make me cry.
Surrender so when she’s cold I shiver.
Surrender in way when she sleeps I dream.
Surrender in a way that which every breath she doesn’t breathe, I die.
With Love,
Anand Swamy