I burned the mountain hoping that you will see me how I tremble of restlessness
But you sent one of those eye lashes’ breeze
and my fire timidly withdrew from the way of your gaze
like a child caught at stealing apples
I gave voice to the rain to sing a malicious song
But you sent those small teeth and red lips of yours to smile
and my rain heated, in steams of longingness melt
and what fierce longingness, Love
what stupid longing
I got furious and snapped the little finger from my right foot
thunder and lightning swept the sky from north to south
but your little husky angel song, made my thunder silent and lightning cry
Honey, how much my evil doings seem to love you
It may be just because I …