Summer Is Here

The sweet taste of the fruits of reconciliation,

After but ages of an all too painful situation,

Has thrust me up high amongst the seraphic clouds -

At this instant, my sheer happiness knows no bounds.

Ecstatic, I'd like to scream irrationally loud -

"Love - how you restore all my exhilaration and vigour!".

I pray this amity isn't as short-lived as a burning cigar.

Summer is here -

All around I can witness prepossessing flecks of light;

I can take in the Herculean burble of the Niagara in all its might.

Rainbows created with said flecks and said burble -

Beauty so sublime can't be described in terms verbal.

Deer are put to prancing,

Leaves are rendered dancing

In the gentle winds of the season:

I shall love you, my Salvatore, forever more, sans reason.

by Harmehma Bagga

Picture Credits: wallmonkeys.com via Google Images