Whenever I think of love
I think of beauty
I think of passions
I think of Fashions
I think of you!
In the dark gloomy night
In the bright happy day
In the burning summer noon
In the milky light of moon
I think of you!
I am not Romeo though
You are not Juliet as well
Still our love is everything to us
Sacred, oriental, a strange fuss
A seething balm for my wounds
Which my material pursuits have bestowed on me
To purify my heart and soul from this materialism
I think of you!
April 7, 2005
