Hardly a day goes by Without a dream or thought. I lived where she can never tell- I lived inside her heart.
Therein I found so many veins, Each could feed an eye. I touched a vein and let a tear fall With a view to irrigating her sylvan eyes. But once her eyes grew so misty, A drop of tear rolled down warmly... And then her chest embraced her tears, For they were once so near- They were once inside her heart.
But we, by love, were never sinners Because our love was purified. She only loved my eyes which never beheld her own, And so I came to love her own, By means of which I saw her heart.
