Look at yourself
Lost in fancy
And hope of being yourself-
The dare of meeting your own dreams
Face to face.....
Under your Greek nose
My primitive passion lies
My longings, my yearning of holding you
Not merely in frame,
But in entirely,
So tenderly, yet so timelessly
That we together look a
Statue of love, of passion,
Of fulfilment -
I have often seen
My naughty dreams
Rustle past your silken hair
And landing into your tender palms
All this may be just my dream,
But that is the reality I live for.
