This night, these stars,
This breeze, that embraces my heart,
As it entwines with every fold of my skin,
Oh, how I wish it was you, rather,
Here, holding me in your arms.
May this wind carry my longing,
To where you are,
And find you in all earnest hope,
Wanting the same,
And hear my song as a whisper in the night.
©Meenu Syriac