Tell her,
It's not the headache that pains,
It's her ignorance that does.
Tell her,
It's not the cut that troubles,
It's her silence that does.
Not the night that fears me,
Tell her,
My loving her so deeply that does.
Tell her,
The hot sun is still bearable,
Her anger towards my care isn't.
Tell her,
It's not the empty stomach that kills me,
It's the distance from her that does.
Tell her,
It's not the winds that cool me,
It's her black eyes that does.
O please someone tell her,
It's not a good life that I crave,
A life with her is what I seek.
Tell her, my mates,
It's not the couch that appears cozy,
It's her arms that is.
Tell her,
It's not the birth that is 'the' moment,
It's her words that are.
Tell her,
She is not lust,
She is not love,
Tell her,
She is a wish, the only wish.
