‘To See Her Again’

I love to love her, in every beat,

My heart is a trumpet, each archery a fleet.

To love her is a bottomless glass in time,

Every beat of my heart churn with her rhyme!

And her smile absolves my day,

With a grace so space less she takes me away!

How I miss her, no pen can tell such tale,

No sigh will do, no pamper can pierce such ail!

How I long to be strong again,

For the sheet of her warm membrane…

And I cry with a silence, I survive with a pain,

For I long, how I long, to see her again!