`
You are to me fresh morning air
That I breathe in and breathe out,
Your silent company accompanies me
Far away from the crowd.
I am one who loves solitude
Worships and thrives on it,
Yet this tranquility isn't a void
Filled by dew laden air so sweet.
Your sweet voice loud, expression pout
Those disinterested sparkling eyes,
That's where I flee in sorrow or glee
For that's where my poor soul lies.
Just remember a little thing
On this twelfth of September,
The holy bond 'tween you and me
Distance can never wear.
`
You are to me fresh morning air
That I breathe in and breathe out,
Your silent company accompanies me
Far away from the crowd.
I am one who loves solitude
Worships and thrives on it,
Yet this tranquility isn't a void
Filled by dew laden air so sweet.
Your sweet voice loud, expression pout
Those disinterested sparkling eyes,
That's where I flee in sorrow or glee
For that's where my poor soul lies.
Just remember a little thing
On this twelfth of September,
The holy bond 'tween you and me
Distance can never wear.
`
Pilani, RJ,
September, 2003
