How beautifully melted my passion and your love
In a foggy evening when tear and pain were exposed together
How strange your way of addressing was in a dropping night
When dreams with a thought of descending were perspiring
How dare I to hear your word that drew the picture of insight while it was pronounced
How frightfully I and my soul knelt down in your presence
While your sword was shining in your right hand but how kindly you sat there and how simply asked
me to walk on the sword without having seven cuts in my heart
You have asked me to lay down and put the sword on throat
You had also told me that it is love in beginnings

26 September 2004