Like the devotee that chimes in the temples
the empty walls that once adorned the Deities - a relic of the antiques

Love is just a syllable that echoes in my deserted heart
Dead and brittle - a hollow chamber

Yet when I hear your name

Feeling....

like the strings that strikes to the chord
water that quenches thirst
breeze that breathes life
and a kiss that washes you clean
come to meaning

and you ask me what in a name