– by Jaihoon

I took her by the hand
As we stood by the bank

Night hid in her locks
Wind swung on her curls

I showed her the magical Moon
Cherishing its face in the lyrical River

She exclaimed in marvel
To world other did she ravel

Said I,

‘The beauty of this scene serene
Is from your eyes’ orchard-glean

The Moon and River will be pretty times thousand
When appear in your eyes that beauty-transcend’

Beauty lies neither in the object nor in the onlooker
Nay, it rests in the love-image that appears in eyes

March 18 2013