<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The soul in me is really hers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know how to make my eyes, which <br>Move impatiently around <br>To have a glance of her, <br>Understand <br>That she herself is my vision </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know how to make my ears, which <br>Long for hearing <br>The sweet voice of hers, <br>Understand <br>That she keeps singing inside me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know how to make my heart, which <br>Throbs for an <br>Intimate togetherness with her, <br>Understand <br>That each of its pulse is triggered by her thought </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know how to make my hands, which<br>Are gnawingly desirous <br>Of caressing her <br>Understand <br>That I am yet to recover from the <br>Scintillation of her previous touch </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know how to make my lips, which <br>Restlessly bother me <br>With their thirst for a passionate kiss of hers <br>Understand <br>That I still hold on to <br>The taste of the previous experience </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know how to make my olfactory nerves, which <br>Consistently seek to get<br>The smell of hers <br>Understand <br>That the entire air<br>Is laden with the scent of her fragrance </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know how to make the soul inside me, which <br>In solitude <br>Cries for a heartful union with her<br>Understand<br>That the soul in me is really hers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bashyam+Narayanan">Bashyam Narayanan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350735" data-title="The soul in me is really hers de Bashyam Narayanan" data-description="I do not know how to make my eyes, which Move impatiently around To have a glance of her, Understand That she herself is my vision I do not know how to make my ears, which Long for hearing The sweet voice of hers, Understand That she kee..."></div> </div> </div>

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