Silent Love

I love you as if I don't love you. Like the silent night- thirsty, he drinks moon's sweetness; but moon knows nothing about it. As if, he is detached from moon. But inside, he is dying in love. I care you as if I don't care you. Like the flowing river- nourishing everyone on her way; yet she never talks about it. As if, she does not care. But inside, she is spent nourishing others. I kiss you as if I don't kiss you. Like the blowing breeze- his lips always drinking from lips of flowers; yet flowers know nothing about it. As if, breeze knows nothing about kiss. But inside, he is immersed in flower's nectar. I desire you as if I don't desire you. Like my sleeping eyes- they are always dreaming you, but you know nothing about it. As if, my eyes are sleeping dead. But inside, they are always dreaming you. © Arun Maji Xie Chuyu painting