She brings tears in mine eyes

If you could only know of a love
That would bring tears to your eyes…

Last night he told me that
His heart was given, to a familiar stranger…
That there could be no other,
more beauteous than her,
more fragrant in his garden of love….

If you could only know of a love
That would bring tears to your eyes…

The night had been starry, a wild breeze
blew my hair, that casually played
a number in his hands
while he twirled the tresses delicately,
a kiss here, a sigh there…
tugging a silken thread, that was not
a part of my tresses…

If you could only know of a love
That would bring tears to your eyes…

He said,
“ Every time I think about her…
I have tears in my eyes”.
While he reminisced and dreamt of a
love that could be,
a figment of his imagination…
a desire of the forbidden fruit…
or just a convulsed emotion…

My being lay still…
As the dead.
I had no words to appease his
Want…
I trembled, my want…
pushed it behind a veil of a smile,
and he could not see my tears, for I laughed

I laughed at fate,
I laughed at my imagination…
I laughed out my hurt!