Here on the shore-less ocean of life
we parted lovers weep not alone.

The heavens on seeing grief's goodbye
paleth each star in sympathy's dome        
as silent support for human despair.

When grave sounds a knell and kindled
by mortals love appears dead not unaware
is sun or moon of more being willed.

None ordered our future fire be cooled.        

Was it nature estranging thyself from me
or destiny's game whose divisive ruling
arranged thine ending and I, incomplete ?

Nay, hope singing on, calls merciful Fate      
as ready aid in knowing whatever the soul
be, mine and his beat ever the same

and that somewhere,

somehow and at some waiting time

we pair will again reunite as one whole.

In my imagination your kiss is,
A place where dreams are born
and fantasies come alive
your lips, your eyes, your smile
they drive me wild
and make me fly to the moon
a place where i capture stars
and place them in my endless bag
full of hearts and kisses
and love for you
Your kiss, your sweet kiss
is all i ever dream of
Sweetheart, love, darling you