No Suspicion Dear

Suspicion in love Is like termite in the wood It slowly but surely With sharp small hood Dusts away severely All the joy and faith In the hearts of lovers And smash all the feelings acutely Suspicion in love Is the storm in the desert Filling all the senses With the dust of pains And blinding the loving eyes With the prickles of cries Until the entire existence Of true feelings Turns into the dunes Of chocking indulgence Suspicion in love Is like the avalanche Growing every moment And falling the lovers From the heights of truth Into the ditch of sorrow Rolling away with it All the warmth of heart Burying deep into the dearth So my dear dear love Have faith in unison To burn away The husk of suspicion Let the smoke of doubts Disappear forever Into the sky of intimation