Catalysts and reaction
The squirrel watches from the twig of the tree.
I can no more stand the sight of him
Staring at you,
As you indulge carelessly on some spree.
Those colorful tulips don't belong here.
As you pass by
They vigorously smell the aroma of your body
That you leave behind in the air.
The herd of sheep graze calmly on the green meadow.
I resent them daydreaming about you,
As you watch the beautiful horizon beyond the land
Sitting by the window.
The nightingale sings in his melodious voice.
Lost in erotic fantasy with you,
Watches your limbs and bosoms
As you move around in rejoice.
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"No! No more I can stand it. No more."
The smile in my face is the reflection of your glowing beauty.
The silence in your presence is the meditation.
And the hue of my heart is the painful yearning of you.
I admit it: "I love you."