How can I describe being together? Every inch of you reached miles into me. Your hair more than beautiful strands of black, like a dark river where my fingers wandered and strayed. Your whole being was a banquet of heart and mind to fill my beating cup. I walk away from your table drunk every time -- flush until my heart is dizzy. If children laugh at my staggering walk let them know how weak your memory makes me. I am "ghani" now: rich like a king whose eyes see only gold; Or a fish, not contented with drops who in your ocean feels no need.