Love was never able to enter my heart;
but seeing your eyes one inevitably falls in love,
nights and days my heart for a meeting prays.
Are you elated that your love kills me,
and that whatever you ask of my heart
it unquestioningly obeys?
As long as I live my heart loves you;
and when I die, my echo will follow yours
even to the grave
and whenever your soul stays.
You are the bliss of heaven
and the torture of hell to my heart;
how sweet and how bitter you are!
bitter or sweet?
All the same, coffee is delicious bitter
but as sweet in different ways.
I never wonder why lovers die of love;
but I am amazed how those who fall in love
can remain alive when the beloved
on the love of others preys.
Had my heart been with me,
I would have chosen none but you;
nor would I have exchanged your merry gestures
for anyone else's silly smiles or swift sways?
O, how I desire to fall asleep at any moment,
perchance I may see the beloved in my dreams
nods to me her Nay's or her OKAY's
Thursday, January 21, 2021