Haven’t I been helpless like the sea–
With the vastness of azure beauty around me;
But not a drop of love to spare for the vault above–
For I’m blanketed by the overcast symphony of apprehension.
You might think I hold fireflies in my fist,
As a token of my love;
But you don’t seem to realize the intensity of the stars twinkling in my eyes.
Haven’t I been jealous enough of the midnight zephyr,
Who caresses your long tresses of onyx charm–
For it is he, and not I who flows past you,
While I exhaust myself with sighs of longing.
My heart is a fragile mess of chaos–
Who frantically bursts with pining cries,
Only to be muffled by your eyes,
Who are terrible flirts–
Mysterious and enticing: always reflecting the expressions of my desires.