Bhakta

Pure joy, love
that?s what you are
without a face
without a touch
deep inside
like a far cry
Hush ! World, keep quiet
Silence
you are the white dress.
My love
You are the only thing
I?ll never have
to confess
Come to me
sweet emotion
I never knew
the power
of such devotion
delicate
like a petal of
the peach flower
oh, when will the rare drop
become a shower