Gorgeous II

Krishna carved his own face on you.

My love for mythology mixed

With my liking of you, what a time

To be able to breathe! I risked

Just to see you stand, move or sit.

An opportunity to talk to you again

Was all I wanted, but never got it.

When I listened to songs, you were on my mind.

In the end we left each other behind,

Like umbrellas after the rain.