Only In You

Through the lonely woods, I may head, Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread, At the secluded horizon, I may stare, And only you, I may see, In those symphonies of silence, In those melodies of calmness, In those euphonies of quietness. By the silent lake, I may lay, Till the twilight fades, I may stay, Then in reclusive silence, I may walk, And only to you, I may talk, Through those toungueless emotions, Through those wordless attachments, Through those voiceless sentiments. In the lone meadow, I may wander, Along the untrodden paths, I may waver, In companionless seclusion, I may hide, And only in you, I may find, The depths of oneness, The bonds of togetherness, The cozy feel of coalescence. In the wilderness of emotions, I may die, At the merciless daggering, I may sigh, Through a million wounds, I may bleed, And only in you, I may seek, The balm of love, The warmth of affection, The heal of inseparability.