I have a hope when the text message comes It might be you. I have a feeling when the email arrives It might be you. My heart believes you expect me likewise. We think of each other, silently though. My weary soul finds some peace, Some satisfaction, some gratification When it devotes itself to you, When it surrenders before you. It’s an emotional escape though! In moments of solitude we feel each other Through dreams, fancies and fantasies. We embrace and kiss clandestinely In our wildest imaginings. None of us can confess it though. It’s not platonic in its truest sense, It has unbound desires ablaze, It’s deeper than the deepest ocean, It’s purer than the purest dew drop, It’s vaster than the sky though. It’s neither a one night stand Nor a teenager’s infatuation, It’s not ephemeral or momentary, It’s beyond words, it’s beyond space, It has a cherubic thrill, it’s earthly though.