I buried my desire under the cloud
The air is calm and its getting gloomy,
And the Rhine is elegant quietly.
The mountain’s peak is sparkling,
In evening glare.
Give me a bit space,
I will remain with you someplace,
Listening your reticence hear,
And I will not go far
I give you my joy.
Allow me to go along with you in the torment.
My fortune is heavenly,
Yes you were meant to be mine.
I ll be yours eternally
That’s all I desire
I lavish my feelings to you forever.
The semantic of my soul,
Is expressed through my eyes now.
The voyage of my eyes stops
when I look for you,
My eyes go to the most precious eyes of all,
You are not aware that those are yours.
There is distance of miles,
The string of events are bizarre
with you don’t know why,
The delusions are still
under my eyelids with you ,
How should I tell ,why do I love you so much?
Wish I can illuminate it.
What’s disappeared in my heart?
My eyes will describe it to you,
You being always my hope ,
You being my sensation,
but still you are not mine.
This is my complaint with you,
I feel regret.
My soul even cries..
It weaves trances,
It’s gone insane.
It believes that for what reason
did I meet with you ?
You may be part of my feelings someday,
While sometime you might be vanished.
Sometimes, I sense if you are not around,
I cannot breath.
Not the glare or the spikes of rain,
Even the winds too shower here,
I know that how is it to
live without a spirit.
I have spent many seasons
with just your memories,
I am sure there must be some unfamiliar lane
That will lead you to my core.
You should follow
the rhythms and
try to predict what they are
trying to tell you.
I will write a diary for
you with my tears.
Except me no one would able to recite you.
What should the heart reveal to you know?
How much love I feel for you.
I don’t feel any more soreness or grief for you,
Without you I am content .
I’m not, at this point prone to have you around.
But I don’t perceive
why are tears still in my eyes?
Why do I cry even when time to say The end.
I buried my desire under the cloud,
Why is a goodbye its fate.
I wish to be entirely in such a way,
that I say just nothing.
I wish to nap years lengthy sleep.
In which eyes you existent,
I will not open those eyes for many years.
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