When my fondness and affection  are so constant for you, my love, I sit on the rocks and wish to see the hues of blue on the lakes that listen to my heart,

But I also yearn and get euphoric to be in your arms, because my fondness and affection are so constant for you, my love.

When my contentment lies in nothing but your presence, my love, I am aware that the moment is afar and will take its own age to come,

Nevertheless the journey to your visit is a test of time for this fiery heart, because my contentment lies in nothing but your presence, my love.

When the flame of passion burns day and night, my love, I wander across the trails to see if I could catch a glimpse of you in the tiniest reflection of sorts,

And in those felt moments of tenderness and worship I come across an angel at the honey port, because the flame of passion burns day and night, my love.

When you tease me with soft fingers and embrace me with a nuzzle, my love, I always want to nestle in the warmth of your casket all day long,

Secretly I feel a chill across the spine and want to cuddle in your wide, strong arms, because you tease me with soft fingers and embrace me with a nuzzle, my love.

Rucha Sudhir Khot