I love you so much that I could die.
Your face is burned into my very memory...

Delicate fluff
pulled...

What do I know of the land of Shiva,
the mantra, the sacred sound...

Of whom I would like to say
bedazzled hazel eyes...

There is no telling
what I won't do...

Tender love and our tender years
how they have passed. I sift to find...

At a place by the sea, pelicans in flight float...
Beloved souls of my life, past and times...

Oh! Quarrelsome rat
How they fester and scheme...