Only my heart has witnessed
the silence of your passion and
tasted the depth of your words,
only my hands know the power
of your feelings and the engraved
seed of us;
Only you can handle the
tempest which threatens sanity
and soothe with whispers,
only you can correct and
embrace a woman whose
views are blurred
and provide a sanctuary
And its only you who can
forget its Valentine’s Day
and conduct a conference call!!!
Meena k, I loved the structure of the poem. It looks like a single flower in a flower pot.
The first two stanzas look like flowers, then those seven dots look like the stem, the last stanza is the pot, far from it but still holding the flower firmly.
The first two stanzas is all about how special he makes you feel in everyday. This line, engraved the seed of us, appeared to me as your children. He handles everything in a calm way. He is a nice gentleman. I mean the first two stanzas you have dedicated to him, telling us about his qualities. It's like he is the only one, only flower whose fragrance is all around you in that sanctuary (a home) he has created for you and your family or in other words he is your sanctuary.
If he is a flower, then you are the pot holding its roots. The end, obviously, a surprise for all of us. I mean I didn't figure it out until I read the last stanza. I know it's not an easy thing to forgive, the day of love. But the qualities of him you mentioned in the first two stanzas, I genuinely believe he makes every day of your life is more than or equal to saint's valentine day.
Though you are stem apart, yet his roots are always too deep in your heart.
Ahh, my valentine is also very busy. Just kidding Ms. Meena. That ending was really unexpected as I was really touched by the preceeding stanzas. Forgetting to greet you can be acceptable, coz I'm sure he's thinking of you all the time.