My love, you’re peeled oranges
Sweet and sour, with your bitterness laid away
I dare not utter a word of distaste
As your citrus burns roughly on my lips
And the brightness of your being
Lights up my dreary winter mornings
I speak boldly, how could I not?
For I feel for you, only in bold sentiments
Your existence, your light, blinds even the sun
Then how, I ask you, shall I retain my sight?
Lost and blind, still devoted, I walk through the world
Guided gently, lovingly, by the sweet smell
Of my peeled oranges
- Nandini Dang, Editor-in-chief, RLS
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