The Favourite Spot

Then this was it

That you wanted me to see

In the sun or rain

Your favourite spot

In the mango grove

You called yours

All these years on;

How delightfully lonely it is

Here for you

To experience your presence,

To listen to music,

Your heart creates

And to fill it with words,

Only you know how.

I am glad you brought me here,

You and your beautiful face

Eyes and lips

And these surroundings,

Enchanted

Already I am writing a song,

Expressing my love to you;

The aroma of ripe mangoes

Fills the air

And I hear afar

A flute strike its magical notes,

That complement my song

By infusing a rhythm

You and I, in love, feel.