Whenever I am not seeing you Lethal void is my heart Like the monolithic art Of a sculptor; Like the figures of Mona Lisa, I tried to engrave you Again and again in my heart And rehearsed you many times In my memories.
To reconstitute Your beautiful image Inside of my mind I behold you thousand times, Yet all loving and languishing Nothing could be captured To match your perfection As you were seen in person Nor could be remembered To your many dimensional figure Of youth unclaimed.
You are just beautiful but demure, Seductive but unrevealing A love that slips down Near your lips were forbidden? And be never told?
Like two balsam flowers unfold Opening from their buds, Your eyelids are open wide. Like two bees ******* honey My eyes were seeking yours To ferret out the secret Of your true love and desires; Neither did they come out Nor did they flutter And never reached out My beehive safely.
Seeking out for your true love In your eyes, in your lips, Cheeks and chin far and near, Everywhere all over you, Looking at you all the time. You are open to interpretation Of your true intention Of your love and desires Like the secret smiles Of Mona Lisa.
Until you make confession Of your true love, I will behold you thousand times, You are just beautiful but demure Looking for you all the time. You make me dream about you While in my sleep or I am awake.
My discrete memories Are overshadowed by time, I cannot fight with my feelings Whenever I am not seeing you, Lethal void is my heart, Come and meet me in person!