The poem I had written and folded
into my dreams.
Did it dissolve before my eyes?
Or give me back my dreams.
My heart searches for a face lost in
the alleys of the mind.
Just once let me see your beautiful
face.
Peace will fill my heart.
Touch me with your fingertips and I
will born anew hundred times.
My heart desires a glance, a word, a
mere touch.
I crave the heat of your breath that
lingers after your kiss.
My cheeks desires to be bruised by
the bristles of your moustache.
I am seeking you in my heart!
~Kala