Walking across the broken heart of mine <br />when my love touched your eyes, <br />your indifferent hair started flying <br />in the Spring-air like withered leaves <br />and drops of happy dew <br />started gathering on your eye-grass.<br /><br />Sayeed Abubakar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-my-love-2/
