Your features I read;
My senses
were fed.
Your glances I stole;
My heart
was warmed.
Your concern I won;
My mind was
geared.
In our corporal unison
My spirit
will be enlightened.
You are all the seeds
To all my
needs.
Were we not arm in arm
I would go
love-lorn.
05.04.97, Agartala
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