‘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!