PASSIONS

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                                     Tears of the woman's eyes 

                      Fall, like burdened raindrops from the sky

                      longing to fall on the earth's ground,

                                     On my own eyes.

                                  For her nervous i feel

                      When nervous she gets; envious eyes

                      piercing her body and when the eyeballs

                     Of the world rub on hers awaking the fears

                               She has of herself

                              And self-doubts.

                     Thoughts unite me with her, conquering absence

                         in the physical with mental presence;

                            Without an instance of resistance 

                                  but showering passions.


                           Hopes of two in one head lie; hopes

                     of companionship, of connection, of togetherness

                                and of onetoone closeness.

                  In thoughts we meet at any time

                 and depart with time; oh she's like a window,

                               She  gives me light.