"Let me love you as the dew loves wearied grass, thirsty for the morning drops. Let me love you as a river loves, to flow into the desert plains. Let me love you as the stars love the night sky, heaving for the blossoms of dark. Let me love you as the moon loves the dense dark, whispering secrets to the sky. Let me love you as the ocean loves the sands, longing to come home to the shores afar."
'Garden of the Muses'...Excerpt Jayita Bhattacharjee
