Just few pictures of love ...

               Oh, how I'd like to show my love to you,

                just in some pictures, projected by the moon,

               when viewless fairies guard my silky night

               till dawn engulfs the fragile newborn life;

               to show my hidden desires' happiness

               when morning glow reflects your easy steps,

               and sunbeams sing their tinkling melody,

               greet your memory's blissful harmony;

               it's me, my love, this solitary bird,

               that's all, no less, no more, some orphan words

               carry my airy soul with tender rhyme,

               and show the love for you within my heart.

                       My God given twin-flame, locked in blindness,

                       oh, how I'd like to dispel your darkness.