When it is
dark I think of you;
When things
look stark, I think of you.
When life
grows into a perpetual prison,
When no one
is willing to listen;
I metamorphose
into a moron,
My pen doesn’t
obey my command;
My soul doesn’t
comply with my demand,
When I don’t
visualize anything but you, I think of you.
Then,
When the
morning comes chirping like little birds, gay and beautiful
When the
night dawns upon me, fragrant and plentiful;
I yearn, I
just yearn, just for thee.
In pain, in
health, in sadness, in mirth
Just one
thought, only one thought
Encircles my
being, You.
I close my
eyes, I see you
I open my
eyes, you are standing in front of me.
Thou my
lord, art everything to me.
I think of
you.
