Wednesday, September 15, 2010

O bright lady!
When the gazing of your eyes fixed upon me
A surge of affection immersed me from within
Suddenly I perceived the meaning of love
Gnawing my cold-heartedness
...Whispering words of comforts
And beneath this moon I will say
Clear is your eye
Sweet is your smile
Upon your head, how magnificent the stars you bore aloft
Come to me,

come to me,

and say my heart is fair.


(14/9/2010)

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