No Blame Game Please Poem by Saroj Padhi

Am I to blame if love was born?
If some remote resemblance
to the primeval face
such love did occasion?
You looked at me
and I, at you
beats skipped heart,
petals soaked dew
your eyes drenched
my dancing soul
with wild aroma
in every fold;
wilted leaves of desire
turned green
in ecstasy's
tight hold!
Am I to blame
If love did flow
from your heart's
secret glow
lifting all veils of body
from over the mind
wafting scented moon
to love's new find?