Can you fake cuteness?
I stay in your heart akin to a fish in water. You, unaware of my presence…but I die, if separated.
Her river long hair, like a dark night; dance like silk akin to the flow of desert sand thru her fingers tender;
The wind shakes the night brushing my face over, like a stone breeded ripple;
Hope she feels my beats,
let her wind be the messenger.
He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me!
He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dream became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah ,why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touch my sleep?