Mere presence is enough
To let me know
She is there for me.
Sheer silence is enough
To sound me that
She relishes my presence.
Bare talks are enough
To make me know
What are unsaid.
Fear to advance is enough
for me to discern that
Her heart is at war.
We drank our juice of love
With content, without
Other’s discontent.
03.08.2004
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