Was it you?

POEM 4
Title: Was it you?

The girl who sat at the window combing her hair
The girl who walked down my aisle, lowered her face so fair.
The girl whose sari painted the sky, of my dreams, into the nights…
Was it you, my love?

The girl who kindled the flames of love, as she lit the lamps
The girl who was the flower, the fragrance, the ripples of my mind
The girl who was my silent companion, as I walked in solitude…
Was it someone else, or was it you, my love?

Were you the clay on my hands on a bright summer morning
Or the brush and the colors on a lazy afternoon
Or the sweet thoughts of a book on a wintry night
Were you my rain, my sunshine, my honey, my dew drops…

Was it you,
The girl who brought summers so bright
And spread the smell of spring so sweet, in my little garden of a mind…
My conscience, my very existence – Oh thank thee my Lord,
T’was you, t’was you, t’was you…