I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me
Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.
You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.
people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain
When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.