You lay aside me,
admiring beauty of flowers,
that blosoom and will be
there for hours.
What I admire,
is your beauty my beloved,
the love’s shrine,
laid on nature’s green bed.
I should have
O, my dear, but told you,
but my tongue gave
away to utter – love you.
I looked at
the flowers you admire,
but the beauty that
you have is, surely, my desire.
I love you.
You should listen my sighs,
I adore you.
You should read my eyes.
- 2003, Kathmandu