Like the devotee that chimes in the temples
the empty walls that once adorned the Deities - a relic of the antiques
Love is just a syllable that echoes in my deserted heart
Dead and brittle - a hollow chamber
Yet when I hear your name
Feeling....
like the strings that strikes to the chord
water that quenches thirst
breeze that breathes life
and a kiss that washes you clean
come to meaning
and you ask me what in a name