THE MORE TIME HANGS HEAVY ON ME THE MORE WORDS I PEN AND I SEE

      MY       ISABELLA

My Isabella

I think, I know you

My Delphic Stella

I know you are

Strangely, madly in love

With me - my words

Which I steal from birds

With my thoughts

Which heal all

Whether short in stature

Or may be tall.

Sober, calm & composed

In nature or may be

Full of gumption or gall.

In all my rise

Or may be downfall

In nature’s caricature

Or all your moony call

I meet you,

My sophisticated Stella

Or immaculately

Turned out Isabella.

Why I am such an

Impression for you?

Why this comprehension

Follows that all letters

Penned by me

You take as

My soul-poured fetters.

It is not that I

am (k)not in the

know of the

fluidity of your

thoughts of late,

that your being

 is in love with me

head over heels.

My thoughts’ flood-gate

I have kept open

For your flowering fruition

My intellectual inundation.

You have all

What is my passion

And the hidden

Brazen inebriation.

You are my palpitation

 In ceaselessness

A regal pauseless potion

A lullaby driven soul-lotion.

My perpetual and

Heavenly hallucination

I remember

Moving in magnanimous

mirth since when your hue

colored my horizon

with your birth.                                                                                                                    PENMAN