Inner Realm_ Thy Look_ Comments

Come and make me homeless, Shelterless will give me shelter in thy look. Let me die with my mind inside nothing to look... ....

The playfulness thou play makes me nothing, Proves me to give thee everything. Come into my heart o master, With soft clandestine step, thy home.

Come into my heart o master, With soft clandestine step, thy home.

For not lettingthee all that I have, Thy look mystic and weird,

In the solitude of my heart thou peep, Time and again to make me restless, To lay my heart onto thy feet, With love that makes me rueful