Initialled here, a message lies.

Longing for you, my heart flies.
Orchestrations there at play,
Violin and piano softly sighs –
Elevates the spirit beyond what may.

Yearning for love, that never dies;
Om i say, metta i pray
Until such time as our demise.

All and any thing before my eyes,
In it i see your face as overlay.
Jolts me awake each morn’ i arise
And when i rest at end of day.