When In Love .........

And when he casts his spell,

as if,

lulling the sounds,

quelling the world;

as if,

making the sky bury into the stillness

of the slowly falling, innocent, soft flakes of snow.

And thus, when he casts his spell,

as if,

voicing only what throbs in;

speaking all that flows in,

as if,

telling all the tales from the depth of bosom

to the depth of eyes,

in a language that writes off all its words,

in the sheer beauty of a world 

that went still.

And lo! when he casts his spell,

as if,

brightening the blaze that pours in warmth,

amidst 

slowly falling, innocent, soft flakes of snow.