I Love

I love

but not for her calming face
that comes to me when in despair.
I love
but not for her haunting pace
that outstrips any of my own affair.

I love
but not just to love alone
like many young or old before
I love
to seek such straits unknown
like those in many a tragic lore.

I love
only because in fatigue
she comes to me before I sleep
I love
as when I close these eyes
she enthralls me with such beautiful sighs.

I love
as in those moments when
I try to rest but failing so
My love appears within me
and she fills me with ethereal glow,
and when she does appear to me,
whenever i close these eyes of mine,
I feel like opening them again
Is a waste of moments too sublime.
For her, it does not matter time,
yet such is so for this humble rhyme.

By Arveent Kathirchelvan