Your Body

Indeed, I can never see the shyness of your body,

But who can separate you from me?

You are in my feelings,

You are in the love of my time,

You are in the sulk of my loneliness,

You are in the vanity of my time.

Yes, your body isn't with me,

But you are with me.

Yes, I love you very much,

My night never ends unless I talk with you in my poems.

My eyes never get sleep unless I play hide-and-seek in words with you.

Yes, with you my day starts

And with you, my night ends.