Do you know how much I love you?
I would say: I love you more than myself
Though, I do and I love to be like this
Till life wither in the stem of my soul
Like flower thus in the arms of a dried tree.

I wish I could write your name
In the heart of standing white flame,
And beseeches it to be carried carefully
At its tip while being journeyed peacefully
To the abode of eternal joy of no sadness
Where love won't have us in the pit of mess.

I feel like seeing you
At every ticking of clock.
I feel like you being the sky...