In yonder meadow beneath the sky,
I lay thinking as the time flew by.
Thinking of what I ought to do,
To make myself worthy of a girl like you.
Should I be a star in the sky,
And shine upon you every night?
Should I be a flower in your garden,
That blooms in the bright sunlight?
Should I be a songbird for you,
That sings for you when you are sad?
Should I be the peacock’s feather,
That you hold in your fair hands?
Should I be the mild breeze,
That caresses your skin so soft?
Or maybe the powerful gust of wind,
That which blows your hair aloft?
Or should I just be plain old me,
Who loves you more every day?
What should I be my love?
Tell to me what your heart does say.
All I want to be dear dearest is
The sound of your heartbeat,
To hear you say my name with love,
When mine and your eyes meet.
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.