A Ghazal among many

What love is

If I am the cloud and you the rain, pour through me.
become a volatile kiss that can subdue me.

my desires are not just tied to my shadowed eyes,
nothing about your touch would overvalue me–

not the sad tales of Romeo and Juliet.
I’m overboard with sparks and highs that value me

so inculcate flowers and whispers that heal you.
let this colloquy become a sturdy new me

if I am rain and you become a smooth thunder–
then, let your lightning never ever eschew me.

Ruddapoet