There is so much sadness in your eyes Rii.
If I drink a gulp of it from your eyes, will it make your grief less?
Or will it make you a part of me as I swirl and twirl into your topsy-turvy life
Rii, you make me nervous.
It has hardly been a few months, since my heart wanted to take shelter in yours with an uneasy nonchalance
I tried to stop it Rii; believe me, I tried to stop it all the time
You are not the sprightly fervour in which I would ever have danced
Nor an air of happy abandon in which I would love to fly
But I come to you again and again as a devotee to its temple
I know you are never to come but faith has been like oceans
Strong and arrogant
Tell me Rii how many men have you let drown at the altar of your bosom
How many eyes took the shade of the black from yours
How many bodies must have limped and lurked in your glowing haze
Have you ever not thought that you are not just a woman? You are an incarnate of love and lust, pain and pleasure, rust and rage
I am chained Rii. Chained to a wall that no magician in heaven or earth can wand a life out of it.
What am I to do with so much sadness!
Can I weave those tears with my hope strings into a grief necklace and wear it?
Can I take the moon from your eyes and keep it in my black hole of a heart that now cries for validation?
May I just be yours without you ever being mine?