Enclosed in a conical ***** are a thousand feelings,
waiting to be expressed but the tongues are unwilling.
Each of your stares keeps me startled,
Just a stare at your penetrating smile gets me baffled.
I dream of you,
But I can't speak of you.
I feel warmed by your eyes,
But I dare not reach for your hands.
I've tried many times to bury those feelings in the sand of religion,
Just like a ball submerged in water
It keeps popping up against my decision.
I've let it go several times
But it keeps bouncing back in different styles.
Tingling sensations engulf me,
Flames of sincere passion consume my human will.
My heart dances to the rhythm of your eyes,
Your stare kindles the fire of my desire.
I love you so much,
but I can't say a word.
You are my world,
but I can't offend my church.
Rain drops from my eyes form oceans of passion.
The sky sheds tears as my bowels swell with compassion.
Dedicated to the northern star(my first sarang)