How much further a stroll must i take?
To earn a medal of love, of care
How many oceans must i drink?
To sip from your eternal gourd
Shall i mention to the stars
That they shine less with you around?
Shall i gossip with the moon
Of a maiden fairer than its milky tears
Can i say that
With you
My thirst be quenched, my hunger be sate
I feel
Your stare, your touch, The lashes you bate(d)