Always yours!

There seems a sense of relief

There is a touch of grief

In the wake of desperation

I see myself getting weak

 

Summers are dropping clouds

Lovers are having doubts

Tears are clearly loud

I am lost in this million crowd

 

Leafs of leisure are depleted

With you, thunders are secreted

Taste of supper is defected

Only your memories are greeted

 

I ask not to come to me,

I ask you only to ponder me,

Hands is the target for all my work

They are my lust on all of earth

 

Yearning is my chest for your breath

Thirsting are my hands for your entire feel

I listen to your voice in your silence

Don’t shout! I am always with you in your silence