THE OLD ACACIA



Under an old Acacia tree,
Stand two lovers, free
Of all societal shackles,
Safe within a huge heart shaped mantle
Woven with purest of love,
It covered them around and above,
Held them softly within,
The two loving souls close together, skin to skin.



The storm outside they had just fought,
Still making them anxious as they thought
And heard the stormy din,
But their nerves were now calmed, to begin
Their new love life,
Away from all cruelty and strife,
Under the prickly Acacia,
They found their dose of soothing anaesthesia.



In the red of the sundown
The heart mantle and Acacia drown,
Filling the two with reds of passion
And warm velvety emotions,
Away from the harsh battles 
Nestling in a love's castle,
Built around the drying ,prickly
Acacia, love overpowers them, slowly, sleekly.



Arms around each other,
They come together, 
Their lips kiss
Taking small love sips,
Wrapped up in the warm red mantle,
Smelling like rose and sandle, 
Lighted as if with a thousand candles,
Love glows, as the sun ambles.



Their kingdom of love is built,
The breeze brush against the branches, produce a lilt
Celebrating their union,
The hearts' fusion ,
The sparse leaves danced 
As the two, much in love romanced,
The air carried a heavenly sweetness
To their union, the old Acacia stood witness.

©Madhumita