What do I seem to seek dear?
A touch of a soft feather
A ticklish caress, which quickly withers?
Or A hope that dwindles,
Sooner than it fully kindles?
Join me here at the middle
Put your fears a little muzzle
Feel the ecstasy of this puzzle
The fear of it is its sole drive
That found us both in this one cave
Our hearts cowed, we cuddled;
It's the whole vain in this riddle
On which I want to paddle
This is not just another vanilla day
Wait till the sky is void of any light
Then peer deep into this tormented soul
Tears so cold
Resonance of ripples of pebbles
A pond quit disturbed
Its banks have been trodden
Muzzle your heart
Lest you are hurt
Remind her of her virgin wounds
Before she grazes the pastures newly found
But don't abide yonder longer
Hither art better pastures
If you ever want a bite come to site
You may want the whole lot
Then that won't be just a catch
It's a whole harvest!