Like the aroma of a rose, satiating air
The meeting of eyes, limpid and bare…
Of hundred wishes, of sole commitment
Of unanswered texts, and hearts bent.
Bearing the hope of thousand suns
with saccharine thoughts, and frequent smile…
Profounder than death is my love
miles apart from trick and beguile.
Soaring high like untainted dove
my life… my unrequited love.