My Love
I look at you...
I know, you know... I do
Shall we kiss?
You whisper... No my face will scratch your wrinkled skin
I yearn to be with you.
Yes you say... so close and yet forever far...
I can't reach you... Won't you come?
My sweeting! I'm a hill... The Madar... I am bound by Space and Time.
But feel my breath dear one upon your cheek,
as I feel your soft hand in mine.
In our hearts we meet.
Our hearts beat tenderly... forever!