A Heart that tingles for you, A Mind that imagines you
What a pleasure to the soul, such pure presence, uptight
A Mind that visualizes you, A Heart that reeks of you
What a pleasure to the senses, such vastness of the soul, wide !
An arrow that shoots at you, A quiver that holds it
I envy the quiver and the arrow, my rage-unfit
The wind that reeks of you, the breeze that waves at you
I envy the wind and the breeze for your heavenly view
The raindrops that fall on you, the dew that it leaves
I envy the raindrop and the dew,
But all I can do is sigh- In fact, HEAVE !