Love has the power to fill you up again!
When you are in a desert, it brings rain;
Its sensuous sensation of silk like,
Pour away the grief---the feelings hike.
It brings light in the depth of darkness,
A sweet smile and there goes the sadness;
When it befalls, it holds you rather tight;
Misery, melancholy, mourning slowly dissipate.
Why, then, I am still immersed with melancholy!
Why this cloud of grief stays upon me perpetually!
Why the love doesn't affect me: I always strive,
But, often forget, it isn't in my life: what's called love.