The angry fool,
Still stuck unpuzzling you,
My heart can no longer wait!
Let these words burst out of me,
Like my soul’s desire to tear towards you,
To mix with yours and become one,
And it would if it were not for my being.
As if fed by the morsel,
It must remain content with your touch,
Your love is a source of inspiration,
Your eyes are a source of healing,
Your lips parted are silent beacons,
Their call to me louder than a whole world.
Your hands reaching out to me,
And time slows down.
Dear lover of mine,
My gratitude deepens for you,
Each time our eyes meet,
And my mind must now follow my heart.