I have never known love,
without her curled hair
without her light lips
without blooming smile
It was easy, yet difficult
as mixing of two elements
like fire and water together
breathtaking, fire on water
I held on to my notions
knowing well that love
was someone elses, cause
there is only one I know love
to hold onto the feeling
beyond life and death
beyond this breath and
beyond heaven and hell
Ask me not how it was
for i have not seen heaven
neither i have seen hell
but I have seen her, love
In this dark night of solitude
I seek signs of her in all
I see a reflection of her hair
I love it till I know its Else's
I see dark shadows bearing
resemblance to her being
I chase them through the day
only to lose them each night
I see those eyes, perfect eyes
deep, penetrating eyes of love
only in my dreams in slumber
but no longer with my eyes
My sleep is like that of glass
it breaks at slightest nudge
and the pieces hurt me then
when I have to walk on them
I am awake at each footstep
only to break into pieces
for not having seen you
for carrying an image of you
But see am destroyed here
shattered to pieces now
each carrying your reflection
from far, across horizons
I would have not known love
had it not been for your heart
had it not been for your caress
had it not been for your hug
without her curled hair
without her light lips
without blooming smile
It was easy, yet difficult
as mixing of two elements
like fire and water together
breathtaking, fire on water
I held on to my notions
knowing well that love
was someone elses, cause
there is only one I know love
to hold onto the feeling
beyond life and death
beyond this breath and
beyond heaven and hell
Ask me not how it was
for i have not seen heaven
neither i have seen hell
but I have seen her, love
In this dark night of solitude
I seek signs of her in all
I see a reflection of her hair
I love it till I know its Else's
I see dark shadows bearing
resemblance to her being
I chase them through the day
only to lose them each night
I see those eyes, perfect eyes
deep, penetrating eyes of love
only in my dreams in slumber
but no longer with my eyes
My sleep is like that of glass
it breaks at slightest nudge
and the pieces hurt me then
when I have to walk on them
I am awake at each footstep
only to break into pieces
for not having seen you
for carrying an image of you
But see am destroyed here
shattered to pieces now
each carrying your reflection
from far, across horizons
I would have not known love
had it not been for your heart
had it not been for your caress
had it not been for your hug
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