Buds are born in me
In deep meditation.
My heart sighs for the lord of my soul
And the buds bloom into flowers
Full of fragrance.
My soul loves him.
I compose a new song for him
In my cave.
And sing it all alone in my harp.
It echoes on the walls of my soul
And I smile
with the golden flame
of the little lamp of my cave.
In the depth of the silence,
It echoes and reechoes in my soul,
The song of love
Which I sing
For him alone
whom my soul loves.
It is my sacred secret.
My soul loves him
More than every one else.
Dr. Antony Theodore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sacred-secret/
