In the sunshine of my love — Summary

Balachandran VTrivandrum 29.05.2009Romantic

Love is like a many-coloured rainbow. Many more shades, many more hues, Than the sky could ever paint. In one end of the spectrum is the love of self The other end eyes never ever can reach. Each shade, each tinge, each glint of light Gleams for each that gave me their love.

But, my love, do not ask me how I glow for you. And ask for whom else I do And whether it shines brighter for you. Do not, please, compare Do not, please, ask if I love you more.

As the light of my love falls on your beautiful face Drawing light into you like a prism Instead of scattering, you converge Me into a single beam of light Of the stars Of the moon Of the sun That shines forever and ever.

Then think no more of the myriad of colours Just close your eyes and bask In the sunshine of my love…

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The speaker compares love to a rainbow, a spectrum with more shades than the sky could ever paint. Each colour stands for a person who has given them love, and at one end sits the love of self. So the speaker admits a life full of many kinds of affection, and then asks the beloved not to measure or compare. "Do not, please, ask if I love you more" is the plea at the poem's emotional centre, and it sounds both tender and a little anxious.

The second half turns the image around. The beloved becomes a prism, but one that works in reverse: instead of splitting light into colours, it gathers everything into a single beam. All those shades fade into one steady light, linked with the stars, moon and sun, shining "forever and ever." The mood is warm, reassuring and devotional. The speaker ends by inviting the beloved to stop counting colours, close their eyes, and simply rest in the glow.

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