I am unaware if you love me or not,
but I visualize us in various ways.
What if, centuries ago,
we were two swans floating amongst water lilies,
or what if we were two leaves of the same tree,
falling to our death?
What if you were the dark skinned Krishna with a flute,
and I was the one destined to be forever yours?
If you are indeed the shore to my billowing tides,
my beloved, let me seek refuge in your arms.