I hear her voice in my head…
I long for her sultry tones in my ears…
To be gazed upon with deep desire and longing.
The torture between gazes,
Is delicious agony.
The waiting makes
Sweet the brief embrace.
The tones of her broken homeland,
Bleeds through her vowels.
Shining through her graceful movements,
The pride of her people.
I love her and cry
Because it's an unrequited one.