The dew on the rose

Like the dense,

dark clouds,

covering the sky,

your beautiful eyes,

are those,

from whom,

forests appear green.

My eyes,

are fallen,

in love,

of your eyes.

All my pleasure,

my peace,

have been lost,

due to your love.

See, myself,

who is the shade,

of your body,

burning on bed,

my eyes lost,

the battle of wait,

to whom, I can say,

all my problems,

that I am fallen in love.

Each moment,

fire is waving,

in my alone body,

my lover,

is far from me,

even the blossomed,

roses, can't spread,

the smell like yours,

the beauty like yours,

the pain is increasing,

more and more,

to meet you, to love you.

I have spent,

nights in tears,

lost calm,

and awaken,

in the moonlights,

every particle,

of my body,

will wait you,

unless and until,

you return,

back to me.