You are therapeutic, I sense,
As touching your divine hands, I felt blessed.
A presence of fondness between love is hidden.
These blooms changing colour for us.
The sky is painting the world in affection,
you say there is nothing to desire,
You say me and you are mere imagination.
When heaven expressed quirks,
I couldn’t say in utterances,
The only desire I had was you in all your senses.
I knew you were drunkenness for me,
But you felt restorative for me.