No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

I look into your eyes & see the universe not yet born.

They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

No more words. Hear only the voice within.

You could string a hundred endless days together, My soul would find no comfort from this pain. You laugh at my tale? You may be educated But you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane