Every time I see you
A fire in me burns alive,
Right in the depths of my soul
And the hills of wax melt away.
Whenever I think of you
My heart pants for you
And my soul thirsts for you,
It makes me wish God will bless
Me with you and never bless me again.
There is a certain aura
Borne by your winsome eyes,
That brings me love as sweet as nectar
And as inevitable as the fate of the soul of Hector.
My spirit is tortured
And now I’m robbed of my sleep
With my boundless thoughts
In the quietness of the sun’s absence
Cloaked by you and your seemingly shallow cares.
I believe our souls are made of a sole material
Because our souls seem united for some purpose
And I hope there will be time to fathom why
And hold communion,
Making me the favoured possessor of your love
Before the wrinkles of time hiding behind
Our youth crawls up our faces.