My dear, you are not near,
You are so far, in untrodden lands.
Dreaming the day when you will be near,
Will you mind having my hand in your hand?
Two souls together, yours and mine dear,
Played together in the dreamlands.
Some intimate moments of fun and cheer,
Will u mind having your head in my lap?
Your dry lips and mine juicy rosier,
We wrote the name on wet sands,
In a state as each petal meet other
We will unite in each other’s bosom on lands.
It is true that it will not remain forever,
We have to part with each other and not remain lovers,
Because you are my TIMID paramour,
Not going to fight the world’s swaddling bands.