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 dropp 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.