My heart rest at ease
with the thought of her;
the keeper of my love,
solace of my soul
her absence, an arrow,
but her written words,
a force that is real,
more real than presence
itself.

When her light flickers,
my heart jumps with desire,
and when our eyes meet,
overflowed my soul pours
into a river across my cheeks
for her beauty urges touch,
and of touch
I am deprived and sentenced
to despair.