eyes meet, 
it is like a touch... 
a spark... 
------------------ Attraction 

 
the touch of the eyes 
was as if, 
it was... 
------------------ Infatuation 

 
the flame 
of her body is felt, 
his breath starts igniting... 
------------------ Love 

 
she touches him like a whisper, 
as if silence is mixed in her eyes, 
he prays, a little consciously, 
a little unconsciously... 
------------------ Reverence 

 
he is entangled on her path, 
entangled in her arms 
love now turns to... 
------------------ Worship 
    
living is an obsession... 
dying is an obsession... 
apart from this there is no peace... 
 ------------------ Obsession 

 
 let him rest in the lap of death... 
 let him drown his body in her soul... 
 ------------------ Death