And love is something that never satisfied my soul,
Tempest of emotions, tornadoes of thoughts.

Futile are constellations you adore,
For it is not the magnetic world of alphabets,
But the realms of gold inside, eternal bond of warmth,
then is when affections of yours can replace agony, on cathedral, inside I behold.

Do not be in disguise, I won't mind!! Show me your craters, as if sipped wine.
Do not conceal your hot atoms,
let them bombard with passion.
Don't you bleed on fetter,
let real you grow wings and flutter.

Let me trace your demons and dejected face you hide,
Show me the depth, I'll measure the fathoms of salt, a suppressed tide.
The fossils which underneath your skin lies,
I'll show you then, what beauty they put out of sight.