The problem with the heart is that when it hurts, you cannot scratch off the pain –
Like a dry and thirsty ground yearning for rain.
It waits for what could be the only remedy to its unforgiving ache
When these unruly eyes glanced at the inescapable torment of your beauty
This feeble heart could not fathom or contain the excitement
It was at that mystifying yet magical instant that I realised
It hurt at first sight of your inexplicable appeal
And yet, it was worth the pain
To think that it will ever feel that way ever again,
Would be a dream come true in itself
Wherever you have gone
Remains but a mystery yet to be uncovered
It hurt at first sight, and one could only wish it lasted for a while.