Teardrops resting in my eyelashes make stars of the candle flames
That dance before Krishna and Radah.
My heart melts like wax in their presence while
My soul longs for a love like theirs.
I search for the truth in him, I won’t give up, but it remains elusive
And hides behind his eyes.
So I wait and want, love and hurt and cry but
Still it hides.
It has not the courage to tell its story so it stays hidden from me in shame with
Lust its frequent disguise.