Ennui fills me as I scratch white with black
It is not passionate emotions but words that I lack
A feeling drastically encompasses my pathos
MY scream drowned subdued and hoarse
Your black curls like the ripples in the ocean
In the endless sky and the azure horizon
Made me shift my focus from elsewhere
In the sky
Your countenance at which I stare
My last smoke is doused and has got cold
I fear that these passions will one day grow old
In the billowing smoke I see your lovely face
Yet I was never in the admirer’s race
What made me change I do not know
I do not judge you a friend or foe
If the sky does not lie with every sigh
A union which till yesterday was well nigh
Engulf Adore passionately devour
You ll find my love has no dearth of fervour.