Every night, I scan the heavens with my eyes seeking the star that you are contemplating. I question travelers from the four corners of the earth, hoping to meet one who has breathed your fragrance. When the wind blows, I make sure it blows my face. The breeze might bring me news Have you? I wander over roads without aim. without purpose.
Perhaps a song or sound your name secretly, I study every face I see. hoping against hope glimpse a trace of your beauty