Weaving your gaze

When I gather your love, it settles in my eyes. While weaving the games of the heart, it flows within your gaze. In the cuckoo’s song, it is you I feel. When I gather your love, it is you I meet. In the vast waters of the Kaveri, I am blessed by your touch. Upon the ocean’s waves, you merge and touch me again. When I gather your love, I begin to find myself. I dissolve within you so deeply that I no longer find me. Don’t ever go far— my heart silently pleads. In the warmth of your embrace, my world feels like heaven to me.