your glances are poison,

staining my heart,

the longer I linger,

the harder to depart.

your hands are like fire,

singing my skin,

none of this you may know,

my animosity hoarded within.

your hair is geraniums,

sweet as springtime flowers,

however long your absence,

I will wait for hours.

your touch is the sea,

into your arms, I befell,

goodbye my dear lover,

I wish you well