Best Ever Poetry

I freely let go of my attachment
But how do I let go of love
I recognise that the fragrant
Bouquet was a gift
Its flowers were never mine,
I never did own them.
The one I love
Follows her own life path
And I was blessed enough
To savour her wafting fragrance
On this journey for some time.
Every day ... every hour ...
Every minute ... every second
I was privileged to share with
This beautiful soul
I now cherish in my heart.

--- Ghouse Mohiuddin