WAFT MY HEART

The beauty is, not
What I speak of you
But how beautifully
You grasp my silence

If the talk of thee
Feed me your love
How hungry can I be
You understand not

Ever I urge thee
To breeze an essence
Where no words flow, and
Many skies transcends

How warm I feel
In thy presence cool
With this golden flare
I burn my molten heart

Hire a wedding choir
Over celestial night
Eyes will bind a knot
Behind my closed eyes

The beauty is, not
What I speak of you
But how swiftly
You waft my heart!