In a remote monastery A Tibetan Lama Meditates But in distress For he Can only see The ghostly face Of his lost love Who haunts him Every time he closes his eyes He can see her making love to him A gentle girl Until he left her. He can still hear his voice Saying to her “I'd like to be reincarnated as one of your tears, because I'd be born in your eyes, live on your face, and die on your lips.” Now just sweet nothings.