I’ve loved you and for that I’ve to suffer infinitely.
What is this warm feeling that is never receding in my heart ?
Women like seasons have come, but the sight of you is the first drop of monsoon.
My heart aches and my eyes fill up every-time a memory of your touch breezes through my mind.
Oh, how much I yearn to touch your gentle dusky skin, plant kisses on your forearm.
Oh, how you become one with the wind and bring showers of yellow flowers to my windows, how the air delights in your presence and how the earth giggles with your timid footsteps.
Oh, how can I stop crying and smiling at the same time, when the thoughts about you flood my mind ? What is this feeling of being full and empty at the same time ? Is this love ? What is this wave of melancholic sadness that ebbs in my soul ? Is this love ?
My soul is still with you. When you walk by, oh, how it tries to prance back into my body . All I can do is whisper ‘stay at home’.