A touch to awaken desires in slumber,
A Touch to snooze throbbing concerns,
A silent touch, (is) the final word,
A silent word (is) the final touch.
Over
Over every impediments,
Love greets in selfless forms.
Over all psyche and reason,
Lovers dare and bare for love.
His Fragrance
Brushing winds ,
Loaded with scent,
Whiffs past
Inviting her sight.
Fleeting fragrance
Halts her time,
Following the scent
Just every time.