my sweet, sweet love
he has called many times and yet,
for fear and family restraint, I have not gone;
my sweet lover,
he sends me whispers and notes that
he will meet me by the lake
where the lonely paths of fine sand meet;
and there by the green lake
is the cool mango grove
and he shall wait, leaning against the tallest tree;
ah, when he calls again and again,
as his life depends on seeing me,
as my own on seeing him,
how can I say No?
though maid or sister will not come to accompany me
still I shall go, trusting in love and the doves and the deer
that shall bring me to my sweet, sweet love
who waits patiently…
Raj Arumugam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-my-love-calls/
